So I Loved Skittles And Let Go Of Her Hand - Poem by BEAU GOLDEN
You wont want to believe what i have to share
I am not you i take on every dare
I can inspire i am on fire
You sit in fear i have conquered all of mine
I have chugged a whole bottle of wine
You sit alone absorbing your own cologne
I sit atop the Rio observing Las Vegas
With a girl we'll call Skittles for the sake of this tome
Ahh but u want details don't you?
She has ebony hair and pale white skin
Small breasts but beautifully tapered legs and a firm round ass
Alas but i do not own her
I am certain no one does
She is as wild as the stallions who roam the Nevada desert
She is as wild in bed as the most starved vulture
But the tragedy always demands a loss
And loss is the sauce that must be poured now
Each part of me aches for her, burns for her just once more
To consume her, hold her, share one more moment with her
I keep screaming Skittles but she is nowhere to be found
Twas I who gave her the name and she adored it.
She used it as she took the job i advised- dancer
I swore to her she was born for it,
Soon she believed me and she danced and danced
First she made a thousand, then ten thousand, then one hundred.
Yes, she did, she was that good.
Then as we laughed about the money
We returned to the rooftob bar and sipped Rum and cokes
I begged her to be my lover
And she took the plunge right before my eyes
No dear reader not the plunge into loving me
She took the plunge into passion
No she became a dove
She dove 600 feet off the edge,
I chased her as she raced to the ledge.
She was not of this world u could see it as she floats
No one like her, no one, the way her soul emotes
Skittles flew out having evolved into a beautiful swan
And as she turned to me one last time
She grinned and i knew she was truly happy
While i press on in torment feeling her
Feeling her in my every moment.
Skittles was a dancer who decided to fly.
I swear i only convinced her to dance.
I only wanted to teach her about romance.
At the Voodoo lounge she made her stand
I guess i gave in to her last demand
I let go of her hand
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