Black Love

Black LOVE My head rested on the pillow of her smooth skin. She opened the curtains of her being, My hands slip into indulgence while they explored her expansive dark skin. With half words she whispered moans, followed by screams of passion. With her shadow I bounded, as she swarmed waters of our endless longing passed. By Jay Johnson

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Kristina Reid-Hansen

Date: 2/22/2011 1:21:00 AM

sahweeeet! =0)

Kristina Reid-Hansen

Date: 2/20/2011 2:53:00 AM

forgot to rate..here you go

Kristina Reid-Hansen

Date: 2/20/2011 2:51:00 AM

..My hands slipped into indulgence while they explored her never ending dark skin.... Dont get me wrong..I love what you wrote=0) I just thought something like this would make that one line flow better. Please don't take offense. Nice write=0)

Tallan Bent

Date: 10/9/2008 3:50:00 AM

So much passion in this Writing. Lovely piece of work

Sharon Winter

Date: 10/4/2008 4:58:00 PM

Wow. Quite the passionate write. Love is a beautiful thing. Nicely written. Love, Shar

Deneen White

Date: 10/4/2008 8:57:00 AM

a beatuiful write about passion love and serenity, nice write take care d-nyce