My robes are black

My robes are black , you see
To hide the danger of my lips, full and rouged.
You will not see my heaving bosom or lust at my full nipples.

Your gaze will stay with my eyes only.
You will not see that I smirk at the bulge below your waist.

My robes are black, you see
From head to toe and round again.
You cannot guess which side the assegai hangs.

My Victoria secrets remain secret from your searing gaze.
You don't know if there is an asp beneath my bosom.

My robe is black, you see.
I am marked and owned like the engraved iPod in my Gucci bag.
You won't know where this mark is tattooed on my hips.

Perhaps it's a bomb that rounds my butt so well.
You don't know if I will explode in blood, tears or passion.

The passion seeps through the pores like an alien virus.
You are not sure whether it will consume you.

My robes are black, you see.


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