He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye
He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly
And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.
Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.
“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”
“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like
Uhm yes please now yesterday
K, thanx, bye