watching, the searched ocean floor.
Hunt for the priceless gem,
opposite Pandora’s door.
Like a starving artist,
a locksmith with master keys,
a cat burglar unlocking a diamond display case,
prideful with technique.
Attentive as a safe cracker,
for appropriate gears,
hearing the last number’s turn, sweet music, too egotistical, ears.
Momentum speeds up from passionate sounds,
as the expedition ends,
once the Black Pearl is found.
Savoring thought, the essence of fruit
an automatic enhancer,
like cobbler, the sweetest honeydew, a peach jolly rancher.
A narrative suggestion starts,
this erotic behavior,
as a mirrored ceiling adds sight,
too the exotic favor.
MM MM MM,
the slogan comes to mind, in tune, with shallowed breaths
that starts looming.
As winding hips roll comfortably, on an imaginary saddle,
speechless, moving in accord, with the tongue thats in battle.
Eyes on watch,
as graffiti is written,
by experienced laps that renders the heart, partially smittened.
The Pearl now reigns, outside its queendom,
by mind blowing, freedom.
Worthy chills still attentively,
play their part.
For the rising, explosive power of the Pearl,
is the extraordinary key, 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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