Black Poetry
I make love 2 black poetry everyday
piercing through her eyes,my soul dies
as she smiles,giving space 2 a new level of grace,
her glow allows me 2 flow,her reflection erase all
my confusion. Exhaling,I say a verse,yeah,a poetic line
damn she's fine
with her I know I I'll shine.She dines with me to the
finest wine.With my hands running through her dreads
she feels my every cries,Black poetry,she corrects me
when I'm wrong,kiss me even when she's pi st,
She stretches her hands to help me stand,my expression
of her love,is a confession of a poetic man
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