BLACK LOVE

BLACK LOVE I watched her... watched her as she slowly undressed.Supple Nubian Queen.My eyes rejoiced at her beauty,as she approached my sexuality. Our lips met. Wet, red hot lips.Our hips met. Met hard, rhythmic hips.We fit together like intricate puzzle pieces.Feeling, reeling, appealing. Intoxicated by her presence, my senses came alive.She took me to a land of milk and honey!Reeling, appealing, feeling.                                                  -WNC

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