She smiles, I smile.
She walks…no she glides softly by me,
changing night into day.
She opens her mouth to speak,
and sweet sounds ring in my head.
She speaks, and I want to dance in her rhythm.
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires.
As I place my arms around her waist.
Hold and squeeze her 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.
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.
A Black Rose that stands tall and stronger than any other plant.
A Black Rose that stands as Creator of nations.
A Black Rose that never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round.
By: Dead Prez