Little black sparks

Little black sparks in the corners of her eyes,
Like a herd of black sheep giving off sighs -
That are her magic spots, when she's inspired,
They light up and scream like a gun just fired.

Little black sparks between her soft, warm thighs,
Like a crowd of black crows giving off cries -
That are her fireworks, when she is in flames,
They're wildly put out without any shame.

Little black sparks on the back of her neck,
Like the lovesick sea that cries out on the deck -
That is her melancholy, when anchors're pulling down,
She wears them like a queen, on her head - a crown.

Little black sparks in between her lips,
Like a downpour dripping down to her hips -
That are all the dreams, upon her body laid,
They cut her hands each day like a sharp blade.

Little black sparks all over the place,
She takes her mask off - what a glorious face!
Little black sparks, down her spine they go,
She's a mighty fighter with her head held low.