Chocolate nipples stand in the soft light.
She ponders her conviction.
Her magnolia hair reclines on the back of her neck.
She is smooth and velvety like a jazzy love song.
The tone of her freshly squeeze voice purifies the day.
Surely, a true man could not denounce a beautiful black butterfly.
The wind beneath her intuition scales the walls of her womanhood.
Underneath her vanilla gown is the key to her inner most secrets.
The fear of hurt. The pain of rejection. The flaws mirror her image.
Still she leans back and caress the shakes off the top of his head.
She has become impregnated with the man of her life.
They have leaned against passion's door as it spasmodically closed.
A coco bean brews today.
It swells faster as her provocative thoughts have become more
invasive, intruding in a world she has yet to naked.
There is a fire sweating between her feminine cloud.
There is but one love and it is her as she announces.
The man of her life will understand the coolness of her intellect.
He will respect the breezy way she freshens his body with confidence.
She is prepared for more than supple lust.
He sees the real commitment as he inches into her chocolate rain.
These thoughts they share like psychotic fire.
He has released her into the heart of marriage.
Still, she leans her agile neck upon the solid chair.
There are no questions in lush moments.
Her thick legs are cocked and propped without any panties.
For it is chocolate rain drenching their raw flesh,
gushing the room with taupe splashes.
As he takes her all in and she let's go of the rest.