Hunting for a priceless gem,
opposite of Pandora’s door.
Like a starving artist at work,
a locksmith with the master key,
a cat burglar unlocks a diamond display, prideful with technique.
Attentive as a safe cracker listening,
for appropriate gears,
hearing the last number’s turn, sweet music to the ears.
Momentum speeds up from passionate sounds,
as the expedition ends,
once the Pearl is found.
Savoring the essence of fruit,
an automatic enhancer,
like cobbler, the sweetest honeydew, or a peach jolly rancher.
A narrative suggestion starts,
this erotic behavior, as a mirrored ceiling adds sight, to the exotic favor.
MM MM MM the slogan comes to mind, in tune with breaths
that become shallow,
as winding hips roll,
speechless, yet moving like the tongue in battle.
Eyes on watch, as graffiti is written, by experienced laps,
that renders the heart smitten.
The Pearl now reigns outside its queendom,
by mind blowing freedom.
Worthy chills still attentively,
play their part,
As the way to the Pearl,
is the way to the heart. ❤
BY TAMARA L DORSEY-MOORE
Thinker on the Loose~This mind
Copyright (C) 2016 Reserved purposes intended for Tamara Moore and mature audiences 18+ content
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