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Emotional Kaddu May 2018
Like the faded blues of a 50s movie
Everything becomes artistically bland when I see you going

I prefer thinking about you as the only colored
In the black and white reel of life

Soft, alluring, you urge me to follow
And I, how could I do that?

I have ulterior motives, you know
I cannot just follow

I dream of getting that color from you
A soft touch of those berry lips

Sensual, subtle, and tantalizing
Your hands, I dream to hold

Soft, calm, and whispering, your breath
I wish to make you lose

Luscious, brave, and fiery
I want to put some dreams in those eyes

Passionate, perceptive, and gentle
Your heart, I wish, could feel me

Hypnotic, nimble, and graceful
Could we dance, till morrow?

It was so hard, to keep the beast in me
And now, he has become a poet

Oh! He just wants that color
So, he can present what follows.

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