This will always be my favorite poem.

She smiles,
I smile,
She walks,
no she glides softly by me changing night into day,
She opens her mouth to speak,
and so sounds ring in my head,
She speaks, and I want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As I place my arms around her waist,
Hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body,
and discover the base of her warmth.
Her beautiful black body that,
no human mind could ever conceive.
Shes love, Shes truth, Shes real,
as real as the stars that shine in the heavens,
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose.
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose
And not just any rose,
But a black rose,
Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant.
A black rose,
that stands as creator, of nations of Black rose.
That never loses her petals,
and blossoms all year round,
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose,
Eternal rose
Please look my way,
Please look my way
Please look my way
Black rose