DON'T GET HUNG UP (COLOUR OF SKIN)

It stirs me, the sight of your long, smooth, stockinged shin
Projecting, beckoning me, from dress of satin.
And you look at me, saying "I'd like you within
Me - such a good body, not too fat or too thin."
Don't get hung up about the colour of your skin;
Come to my bedchamber, undress and hop in
To my bed tonight, leave the outside word to spin.
If we're made in God's image, aren't you and I kin?
Forget those who'd say a love like ours is a sin;
Their ideas belong in history's dustbin.