Black mans love

If I was to explain my love for the black man what would I say, It’s the finesse in which he speaks to me in his stolen language wrapping his love around his tongue eloquently
His touch golden I feel my,emotions are frozen,He awakens my senses, tense passion surrounds us, he breathed new life into my soul planting new energy into my being as if a hibiscus flower was growing up through the soil he was birthed from he gave me the power the power to surrender to his magnificent love I flew through his senses like a contented dove……

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