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Dark Beauty

child with charisma

you came at me like a dark horse, so powerful, beautiful and majestic. you are like an atomical force field that attracts and refuses to repel. beauty undefined by age, matter oor space, beauty with limitless potential. you with your unmarked beauty devalue gold, silver, diamante and every stone to be dicovered by men. you call upon the heveans with a rain song that no man has heard or composed. you look upon the stars and as i glance at their light upon your beautiful dark face i wonder, i wonder if you were made from the beautiful mountain tops with the sun setting and the waters getting just right. why you smile such an infectious smile bewilders me. your touch awakens my every nerve and makes my body feel things no man or woman has ever made mw feel. when you breathe you command souls to listen, to appreciate real, fine beauty. you are like no other, what i feel for you is not found in words because no word for your beauty exists. those with dark, selfish hearts fail to look at you because their skins have never sensed something so pure. your kiss tastes like gold dipped in honey, it makes me feel young and turns my insides out. you do not lack patience, you give patience understanding to comprehend and make sense of your beauty. when you stand beside me i notice everything about you without looking, you tuck your hair behind your ears as if you want to listen to the beautiful melodies made by Mother nature. you close your eyes in a certain way that makes a man go week at the knees, you give words to mames so that they can praise your beauty, you are perfection. your love making cant be compared to another, so slow and gentle, filled with experience and knowledge of where to touch.  as i kiss your vanilla tasting temple i close my eyes to take it in for a second, to let nature decide if this is right. your soft moans are a sensual song that gives me hope to dream. when you brush your hand over my face, i can hear rose petals singing as they fall eternally. taking your clothes off as if they keeping hidden treasures from me, something i want to give myself to, something that has made me an honest man. sitting under the moonlit sky waiting  for daylight to take form, i ask myself, why this moment has to end, because i want it forever, under this very night, where you blossomed for me like a beautiful lily that awaitts the sun rays to make it open up and become beautiful.

(2015)

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