He’s a black beauty
With shoulders the size of my thighs
Speaking softly like a poem in a dream
His long dreads swing slowly in the rain
As he holds my hand
He quotes Hughes, Baldwin and Malcolm
As though, he wrote them himself
While he makes love with the microphone
I drift into the songs of Marvin Gaye
And dance gracefully into the midnight moon
His kiss is sweet as chocolate ice cream
Melting in the warm summer sun
He’s everything I wanted
But he’s with someone else
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oh my this is really good.
He quotes Hughes, Baldwin and Malcolm
nice, dreamy with love.
this is one of your best, methinks