Black Hands

Come to me my beautiful black queen.
Place your delicate body next to mine.
Let me savor your essence that encompasses my mind.
Allow yourself to experience the pleasures of my touch
And find the center of your being.
Let my strong black hands explore you,
Seeking out every inch of your beauty.
Feel them caress your shoulders,
Removing the worries of the world with each stroke.
Release your mind to wander like a child
As my fingertips pamper your back
Sliding to your full rounded hips.
Feel the strength in their touch,
The gentleness in their movement.
Let them glide over your body like a concert pianist
While your mind sores skyward
From the ecstasy of their caress.
Grant me the pleasure to set your spirit free
With my black hands.
These same black hands that hold you at night.
These same black hands that protect you from harm and wipe away your tears.
These same black hands that make passionate love to you.
These same black hands,
My Black Hands.