I Know Not Poem by Michelle Dickson

I Know Not



Eyes as black as night
Breath as cold as ice
Lips warm to the touch

How can it be
I know not

Touch full of passion
Taste full of desire
Finger, long and slender

How it can be
I know not

He, himself, is dark
He, himself, is evil
and it's drawing me in.

How it can be
I know not

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Michelle Dickson

Michelle Dickson

Denison, Texas
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