She turned on the fire in my eyes as she rested her Pan-Africanic flesh upon my soul
As tears I scattered up her cheeks like Nile waters to be covered by her melanin In her tightly curled crown I am blown by an unconditioned mind where air borne brilliance hovers We meditated in the silence of premeditated pleasure where our bodies vicariously synched orgasmic coding Finally we have reprogrammed our motherboards to our rendition of computer love
G.Moore
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