Keys
God made her black;
She draws no attack...
Against His plan to shine,
What lust and fun do dine.
Beauty is of duty,
To value skin so sooty
Off cosmetic stupidity:
Intelligently fruity.
The key to her heart;
Money drives but not wide,
Lies penetrate but not apart,
Love tightened so to take side.
The key to her mind;
Reasoning gears up but not accurate,
Guess measures but not actually bind,
Conviction brightens so to be moderate.
The key to her soul;
Breath handles but not authentic,
Sickness threaten but not whole,
Living boosts so to be analytic.
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