Black Love

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romance

It was random, although the night was intentional. You touched my inner being like delicate fine art. The steadiness of your hands gathered my reluctance like bouquet of white roses and directed it into free submission. It seemed as if you were fluent in the language of my pulsating heart. My flesh became immortal for a moment in time.  My better judgement went off like a siren, but it was much too late, so precise, you were ahead of the game. So, we became in-sync like two beating drums, creating our own tunes and passionate, as we reunited two different cultures, two estranged tribes from our origin, near the edge of the sea, off the coast of, Mother Africa.