Your history does not give true justice to your ethereal demeanor.
That gruffly epoch serves no purpose.
Your present pretense fools no fool.
Your façade simply masquerades years of enlightenment.
Your world is far more vibrant than mine will ever be.
Your presence brings me to life.
Malicious eyes view you as unsuitable.
To those I call upon a plague of ignorance.
I see the transparency in your skin, your statuesque form,
and the feverish brightness of your smile.
Your grace is infectious.
I give you your proper standing on a pedestal.
Your chocolate skin delights my needs.
You take me away, mental and spiritual alchemy I reach.
My skin next to yours is climax meant to be.
To you, I call upon perpetual moons.
I lay you in bed with hopes of no future sunrise.
In my literature you are not the simple moor,
words unwritten pronounce you as my fair lady.
These I vow are sincere words that scream in silence.
Please take my kind words in your reserve.
Devout allegiance to you mark my days and nights.
Your skin burrowed it's way to my heart.
And there I will forever keep.
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