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Sun kissed beautiful black skin painted flawlessly on a perfectly chisled muscular body;
Eyes deep and rich reminding me of Chocolate Rivers flowing all over my mind body and soul,
Engulfing me in his pleasure
I stand there silently admiring your naked perfection as I think to myself:
It must be a sin to look that good.
They say man was created in the image of God
but when you were made there must have been a riot between Heaven's Angels, breaking the mold
Because I've never seen one like you
and I doubt I ever will.
Your attributes earn you the status of
My one, my only African King
and I am all too happy to hand feed you fruit and rub your body with scented oils.
When you speak I lose my trail of thought and my vocabulary is reduced to a mere five words:
"How may I serve you?"
At that final moment of climactic pleasure it all becomes clear; We are royalty because of each other.
I realize as I rub my fingers through his silky locks that he completes my being not only in a physical sense but spiritually as well.
Because when his skin merges with mine and we become one, I close my eyes and visualize the light of my crown as I am annointed.
And just as I admire him as
My one, my only African King
He envisions me as his sexy, sassy, elequant, never ostentatious but always noticeable, intellectual, classy African Queen.