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
Copyright © Jay Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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