Tell me about her, the one you love
It is as if her soul traveled from the motherland
Bringing ancient wisdom and compassion
Her skin glistens like the chrystalized ground of Africa beating songs of the sun
Her voice is soft and timid which she never raised even in confrontation
I'm overwhelmed by the wave of her smell
It draws me in like a moth to a flame intensifying my feeling of wanting to be nearer to her
I am encompassed by my desires
To feel her mocha cheek nestled against mine
Our thighs dance ribbon patterns
As our lips seal the ends
I get lost in her pools transfixed by her beauty
I stiffen my legs unable to relax afraid of this being our last time
Afraid that I would be a slave in these pools unable to free myself of her love
What if she were to leave you?
I'd drown, not wanting to be saved
The memory of her would torment my days
Loneliness would devour my hand
And I would give into hopelessness
If someone so kind and so ethereal couldn't love you
Then who my dear will stay
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