Black Rose

A reminder that you are beautiful and worthy

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
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 stands tall and stronger than any other plant
A black rose, that stands as Creator
Of nations of black roses
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round
Black rose, sweet rose, thornless rose, eternal rose
Please look my way
Please look my way
Please look my way
Black rose

Dead Prez – Mind Sex

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