Puckered

It’s a little funny,
Way too sad,
For me to think about,
I can’t say i know you,
Neither can you say you understand me,
It’s a pity we always stuck in between the rock and a hard place,
I remember when i first saw you,
Your hair black as the dark diloa fish,
Spinned and twinned into a pony tail,
Your cherry red lips,
Red ripe taculas,
Just like the camarilla after a blood hunt,
Your starry bright almond eyes,
I was mesmerized,
I was glued to the spot gazing at you,
Your petite, curvaceous body,
Your twin fawns fastened on your protruding bust,
Your nipples hard and pointy as the young maboque fruits,
Your milky supple skin,
I was dazed on the spot,