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“How beautiful.......O prince's daughter. The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman” ( The 7th Song of Solomon )


Sister Christian,
raven haired delight
Thou truly art a virtuous woman......

...yet still a woman, indeed

and I am drawn to the sheen
of thy soft black hair,
regal, long and fair
I am the moth and you are the
deeply burning flame that smolders
within my dark desire......

My fetish, I muse thee. For I have touched thy “hem”...

...black hair tumbling down her back
and my hands have combed through it's
luxuriant growth...

...as elusive as a black cat traversing the darkness
across the rolling hills shrouded by sable, night sky
her hair reflects the rays of a beautiful blue moon
and my body tingles in rhythm with each movement
of her delicate rhapsody

….constant cravings of her glorious mane

stirring my Mahogany wood
stoking my most intimate fire,
perhaps not worthy of your kindness
simply touching the textures of every tress
stirs a deep desire.......

...kept in secret between you and I

for you are the Prince's daughter
and I am black, but comely;
look not upon me because
the mid day sun hath cast it's rays upon my dark flesh......

...not fit to grace your presence

yet
I crave you
all the more

My hands
have touched thee
and my soul calls out to you
from the darkest shadows of night......

...”The joints of thy thighs are like jewels”,
my Raven haired delight.

(...inspired by the Songs of Solomon)