Black rose

black rose

She smiles, I smile
She walks… no, she glides softly by me changing night into day…
She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head…
She speaks, and I want to dance to her rhythm!
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As I place my arms around her waist,
And hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body and discover the base of her warmth;
Her beautiful black body that no human mind could ever conceive
She’s love!
She’s truth!
She’s real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens,
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing, and the rose
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose!
And not just any rose…
But a black rose!
Black rose that stands taller and stronger than any other plant,
A black rose that stands as creator… of nations, of…
Black rose
That never loses her petals… and blossoms all year round.
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose,
Eternal rose…
Please look my way,
Black rose….

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