The Girl with Purple Hair

She had hair dyed purple
skin was black
like espresso
like chimney smoke
sexy chimney smoke

Her figure was like a pear
curvy but slim
like a supermodel
like madonna
like a ballet dancer

Her teeth were pristene
Shining white, like snow
in the night sky
I touched her cheek and stopped breathing

for a second.
When she whispered in my ear
I fell in a new kind of love
that must not be developed

that must not be explored.
I have never met a girl
with purple hair before,
But wonder how it would feel
between my fingers