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The Black Experience It is like kindness she
comes to me like sepia perfection on the wings
of the air and I look to see her standing out amongst
the throng. So beautiful and brown is she. My eyes delight
in her curves and in her prolifically profound black beauty.
"Move me, baby. Touch me, baby" I think to myself.
Be the dark light that lights my dark nights. Where only
the heart has eyes that see truth in its entirety and variety.
Let me lie beside you and look, be the pages upon which
lie the words that speak in our book. Give me love and let me
return it to you in such vast and great amounts that the
waves do not wash you away but wash over you in the
cleansing tide that only Love Supreme can be.
Be. My Queen.
