poetry

The Black Pearl

Guest of honor laid back, 

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, 

listening, 

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, 

crying profusely

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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