Black Song
Stand back, bright morning
Beauty this moist night is black.
My night a pair, the darkness dewy
One wing flown and one wing … well …
I lie in soft and supple limbs
The fruit sways, the breasts shake.
Such fragrant air, and pleasant breath,
Your fine and musklike sweetness sighs.
Lady, slaves in your black majesty,
We, the white, have our joys and sorrows.
Your hair framed about your brow
It cascades, challenges and defies.
Your gown falls to the waist,
It opens up my agony.
Your smooth and supple flesh,
Proclaims my bed in ecstasy.
A body vibrant, like a thousand branches swaying
And mine follows in throes of passion.
I would take your dainty waist
But for fear my hand would harm
The waist that sinks beneath my burden,
The waist that bends in my embrace.
Make long this night on your soft marble
In the glint of emerald blackness.
Bring your ebony to the feast of fronds
Oh how full your rich favors.
Our own festival, a chance for joy
Under the veil of night, rich provisions.
Beauty this moist night is black.
My night a pair, the darkness dewy
One wing flown and one wing … well …
I lie in soft and supple limbs
The fruit sways, the breasts shake.
Such fragrant air, and pleasant breath,
Your fine and musklike sweetness sighs.
Lady, slaves in your black majesty,
We, the white, have our joys and sorrows.
Your hair framed about your brow
It cascades, challenges and defies.
Your gown falls to the waist,
It opens up my agony.
Your smooth and supple flesh,
Proclaims my bed in ecstasy.
A body vibrant, like a thousand branches swaying
And mine follows in throes of passion.
I would take your dainty waist
But for fear my hand would harm
The waist that sinks beneath my burden,
The waist that bends in my embrace.
Make long this night on your soft marble
In the glint of emerald blackness.
Bring your ebony to the feast of fronds
Oh how full your rich favors.
Our own festival, a chance for joy
Under the veil of night, rich provisions.
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