black, he was potent.
skin brushed errantly by night’s
artful star power,

nuclear surges
of electrical currents
through his pliant skin;

as sweat scampered down
melanin ridden casement -
porous, fertile ground.

eyes stalking naughty
streams leaving saline remnants
on his potent core;

(me, wanting to bathe
him authoritatively
with my tongue’s rhythm;

up, down, and around
licking intricate patterns
scintillatingly),

over imbibing
mentally on his discharge,
when, subsequently,

pulled defiantly
from passion’s daze, wondering:
was heart black within?

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'Fro