The Pretty One
I'm a white dude, she's a black woman.
We have known each other since we were children,
and as I caressed her soft dark chocolate skin,
my childhood friend turned to me and said the following;
"You are like a brother to me, this can't continue happening."
"Are you saying," I asked, "not to make love to you like a black man?"
"Not that kind of 'brother," she smirked, "you gorgeous moron."
She is beauty with brains, I'm just the pretty one.
I know when my looks go, I'm doomed, done.
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