Tangled limbs and CD players by nubianlover, literature
Literature
Tangled limbs and CD players
.....We danced in the moonlight for an hour
While others danced in the fake lustre of floodlights
Aimed and following their idiosyncrasies Love like ours was honest and rampant Honest; in that you never said you loved me
Rampant; in that all we exchanged was a hundred heated passions( Our tangled limbs stretched out
To reach for a truth, I never found ) My dark skin slips across your false, pure white complexion
And my thick Othello lips kiss your cracked, rouge cosmetic colouring
My hand parts your thighs and I move on in
To take pleasure in your dark mysteries
And build my own from shadows that caress my backShuddering, grimacingI arch ...