Like the sound of an African Congo her heart beats
through me seeking my love she wishes to capture
Her thick hair slightly brushes my face with scent of
untamed wild passion. Her delicate
brown skin feels of silk when I touch her with my
soothing hands as I stroke the nape of her neck
with tenderness and care
Her soul fights with courage
day by day to keep her head high.
Her actions speaks
louder than words to survive her wars
she stings with every
using love as a weapon to conquer hate.
Copyright 2010 Quinton Veal all rights reserved
From Her Black Body I Treasure
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