Her satin black skin
Stretches as far as the eye Can see. Her skin is freckled With blemishes both visible and Invisible To the naked Eye. To the unloving mind she Is nothing-a dark image That comes only to eliminate light. Making clear all that cannot Be seen in the confusion of day. There is a dual nature To her beauty: Dark and hard like onyx yet Bright and gaseous like Cotton candy. Heart stopping Wrath coupled with Awe-inspiring grace. She is perfect for me. She is everything That I am not. She is bold. Fearless. Indifferent To the worlds Around her. Her darkness Covers me. As excited as I may be I cry. Her love is deeper Than the Mariana. I must breathe.. Her smiles are Brighter than neon. I am blind. Her form Is immortal. I shall die. She was here before My beginning and she Will remain Long after I am gone Long after I can see Long after I can love Her. She smiles when I am Sad to show me hope. I laugh when she cries. My happiness remains even In her darkest times. She cries when I lay For, with her I cannot Stay. In another woman’s Arms I sleep. In slumber We separate. Her anger Stings my skin when I Wake. Cyclical. The night Returns our pleasure. I plunge deep Inside her. Pupils like Boulders. Hair like Knives. She pleases My senses until the dew Condenses on blades Of grass. When I die We will be together. I will become the brightest Star she has ever held. The night sky Is my love. Is my happiness.
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