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The soft light shines off your black skin, |
and the fury within your soul drives |
your love like 100 wild horses running |
uncontrollably into my heart and life. |
Your passion is wild and free, and |
attempts to harness your energy into |
a claim that one can call their own |
shows how foolish a man can be. |
There are no boundaries to whom |
you express you love physically, |
and you ride the range of emotions |
over the valleys and hills of time. |
You will always be my black beauty. |
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