YOUR STRONG BLACK BODY LIKE A PIANO.
There you are Here I am. We look at each other not quite knowing what to do. I am barely breathing, your eyes crawl over me and I feel my skin tighten the melody starts in my head, I smell you, pungent roses from my mother’s garden. My fingers twitch and my fists curl gently We touch, I touch, you respond I am your lady Paganini, Rhapsody is what they call it Embrace me lest our love escapes to run all…