This is beautiful to me.
Not that I’m black
And you’re not.
But that our skin mixes
Melds
Strains against one another
Before melting
Into a river of orgasmic eruptions
That blinds us to all that was
All that is
And all that ever will be.
We are beautiful to me
Not because of stereotypes
About whether I have a BBC,
Or that you want me to be your Black Daddy
And I want you as my white whore.
We are beautiful because
We simply are
In this moment,
The culmination of flirty messages
Horribly indecent prose
Rough kisses
Innuendo
And ideas that would shock the world
If they could pierce our bubble.
We are beautiful not because of skin
But because we did the math
And you plus me equals
Revelry and fantastic
Action.
So much that when we finish
And you’re no longer pale,
But pink..
And my brown skin glistens
From all you’ve flooded me..
We will still be
And always remain
Beautiful.
