Feelings, stuck like cat’s fur on your blanket,
the warmth settles like gold dust on my skin,
memories of kissing your ruby lips,
whilst your legs wrap around my wide hips.
My fingers following scars done by wounds of a black past,
oh baby, the canvas is unduly marked!
Tell me you’re ready and I’ll jump blind into oceans beyond;
Cos like a ghost, memories of you, they still haunt.
