Whilst my feminine side blushes…
Rounded flesh, carved skin
Thighs to wet with kisses dried
Smooth coco-butter skin
Soft as velvet, I won’t forget
Fingers find openings
Closed gaps desired more
This is the night of man and woman
Finding frolic on mountainous bosoms
Hiding in the dark of alleys
Fingers making tongue jealous
Tongue makes man’s inner brew
Sensing more than tasting
Tasting more than feeling
Feeling this drunken desire
Staggering in the emotion stirred
By two souls conjoined under the African moon
Swaying together in a primitive lycanthropic dance
Kisses lose meaning
Breasts melt
Welcoming pending eruption
Violent is the love we make
And our bodies tremble as we lose control
With no sense of inhibition
True black,
Becomes shiny as we explode
Bathing our thighs in us
A story to wound even the most abstract thoughts of despair
Our drunken tour ends
Only to begin again
As we drown in a river of lust
And bask in the glory of infatuation
Hands cover thighs tracing skin
With a grip meant to suffocate
Die in our love,
Be reborn at the end of our pleasures
Reliving this fantasy
And escaping reality
Welcome to my world
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