Belied with false compare looks at me with his skin of stone
the effort to keep his hands off me, he looks and tells me I need to get my hair done his veins behind his eyes see everything. If my hair would just stay beautiful I wouldn't complain, I wouldn't have to go through so much pain to keep up with all this drama in the rain to keep in a style that drives everyone wild that sees me
dark passion with the lust of style is on every woman, that wants to be like me the queen that holds Dark Angel's eyes. My hair is up in one big old mess every time Dark Angel wants to get wild in the nights of romance if you know what I mean the wires of true liars that keeps me wanting more of the beauty of their styles that only last a while it's like blue road maps of the night that catches the eyes black wires upon my head like a fire of something from the dead that is making another kinda mess something I may have many regrets. I have seen some black roses with red and white ones too some perfumes are there more delight of my hair of the night
I love to hear him how much I drive him crazy. I like the way Dark Angel speak, yet I know music hath a far more pleasing sound when Dark Angel is around. He would tell me in his softness I never seen a goddess like you, my queen when he treads on the ground he takes my hand and he spends me around my love rare as the beauty of the moon belied with false compare.
- Judy Emery © 1979
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery