Poetry

Neo
Seduced by the eternal darkness of your melanin,
my fingertips aimlessly roam about your skin,
secretly tracing the tattoos etched into your back,
following the path in search of the deepest parts of you.
I study the way your body reacts to my presence,
enticed by my movements, you watch as my body unfolds,
revealing Eve in her purest form.
You speak to her with your native tongue,
she listens and offers her fruit, you eat from her garden,
tasting the nectar of creation.
Your touch unravels my essence,
ripples of foreign sensations surface throughout my body,
as your lips begin to learn my figure.
Unconsciously in-sync, we flow with desire for one another,
admiring the shadows cast upon your skin,
royalties passed down from our forgotten ancestors, I see the God in you.
You are undeniable art, come and let me paint you.
You are a story to be told, sit and let me write you.
Rooted in the power of your natural hue,
teach me the formula of your love,
and I will show you the creation of black magic.
— Tenisha Harris
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