she is the other half

I like that... "a beautiful ballet skin on skin"... ;)

I always appreciate your feedback Jack.  
Thank you ;)

A lovely image indeed...well at least half :)

Thank you GW ;)

Beautifully described.I like the fourth stanza most.

Thanks for reading krishnasyadav. :)

a beautifully tender erotic lovely Tommie :) with love Crim

Thank you Crim :)

A Wow write
Reduced to simple shout outs of glee
Nice job T

Happy you liked it Poet. Thank you :)

Lovely warm contrast of colour and sex.  The pic vertically expresses the interracial horizontal desire.

Thank you SS :)

under all covers of darkness
there is no colour
as bright as black is

black beauty
have you ever heard about it

under cover of darkness
no light is needed
we all remain glued  
you know it

eyes closed in blissful imagination
the hard hit is on
we orgasm  
even in darkness

Beautifully said again.  Thank you :)

u r eyes see beauty
that is no surprise
that's why men  for u rise
is that not wise

thanks Tommy
ur 2 good 4 me
in poetry erotica or any  
thanks for remembering

That's beautiful, love transcends all. Good write.

True xmar82.  Thank you :)

great philosophy in this. it's a very sensual purity...

I appreciate your words John. Thank you :)

Could not help but think up two rhyming captions to the pic:

His blackness, set against her white,
Make for a most on-turning sight;
The arms round each other's torsos
Make for a most suggestive pose;
Her right foot strode between his feet
Make this sensuous scene complete.

The other I thought having noticed her hair in old-fashioned bun:

She asked, "Just one thing; take out my hairpin;
Let me feel my hair fall down on my skin,
And then we will be naturally bare,
To follow our hearts and take it from there."

It has also inspired a much longer poem I will publish separately in this section.

Thanks for sharing SS :)

It came to mind, thinking of the same pic today, of a poem inspired by it:

Our nakedness, contrast of skin,
Heightens in us the sense of sin
'Gainst those who preach that black and white
Should never in the flesh unite.

To me, you are a better man
Than those who'd join the Ku Klux Klan,
Who, coward fashion, hood in white
When they congregate day or night.

By lying with you in the hay,
I'm following a better way
By making love, and not this war
Pursued to settle their old score.