Black hair Black eyes Her stare gets you high Black dress Black shoes They dance as she moves Black look Black night Fire will ignite Black smile Black heart She’ll tear you apart Black song Black paint Her cello feints Black lust Black desire a want’n fire Black beauty Black Rose Strikes a pose
With every touch felt from the vibe of these words. Echoes in time every syllable and rhyme. Trying to keep, rhythm flowing, tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding.
…tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding. Lips to lips, hands clutching hands, legs that entwine like the vines that sprout fruit to make wine. Drunk on the very thought, grooving on a buzz, lit afire by the desire to make love all night long