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| image: Bert Stern |
Go ahead and have your blondes, Gentlemen
You don't know what you're missing
Anyway
I prefer my men with gloves off
I want to see the dirt under their nails
and feel their callused hands
rub against my neck to lift
my dark hair
when they kiss my neck
Blondes may sparkle like diamonds
but it's surface shine
tossed out like Mardi Gras beads to the masses
But brunettes
know the power of mystery
Deep dark earthen tresses
gate the passages
where only the most favored
gain entry.
submitted for Magpie Tales 97
