Gray Matter

She goes from sweet
To a devil’s horn
In three seconds.
The gray matter,
The balance,
Her understanding side,
Ghetto Flashing,
It don’t  matter.
She needs him.
In her middle…
Put out the flames…
Nothing wrong with
Loving and hot
Embers that desire
To be tamed …

(c) 2013 brownsugatou

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