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Hot Caramel
By La Belle Rouge


she was uninspiring, pallid and bland
ivory insipidness owned her senses
she had never tasted the sweetness
of rich caramel on her sharp tongue
nor danced to a sensual latin beat
her cold feet restricted to two steps
her hips bound up in tight ribbons
of staid similitude, vanilla boredom

he was bronze with black diamond eyes
that ambiguously undressed her soul
without wasting time to look at her
for she was too lily white to appreciate
the intrepid flavor of his caramel kisses
too self absorbed with hues and shades
to traverse the broad primordial galaxy
of a midnight universe in his ebony eyes

so she never watched the stars rumba
under the canopy of an endless ballroom
nor felt the earth moving beneath her
to a steady beat of ancient native drums
for she was too uninspiring, pallid, bland
there would be no bronze upon her ivory
she’d not allow her frozen vanilla cream
to melt beneath his sweet hot caramel




1/28/2011 La Belle Rouge

Music "Knights In White Satin"