Black Girls Are Made Of GoldA Poem by closertomydreams
I can’t imagine what the texture of your hand feels like, the spaces between each of your fingers
Punished by, all I can look at is pictures, praying that some day on my sheets your natural scent will linger I want to open you like a book, I want to read your inner core, devouring every page of your existance Beautiful brown melanin so smooth, a melodic voice..what makes me crave you even more is the distance I want to be the reason you listen to Jill Scott and Eryka Badu at 4 am, while you parade around in your panties Hand over the key to your heart and I promise I'll find beauty in even your greatest faults and insecurities © 2016 closertomydreams |
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1 Review Added on May 1, 2016 Last Updated on May 1, 2016 Tags: poem, spoken word, love poem, ebony, black women, romance, romantic |