Black Man Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

Black Man.

Your skin, your arms.
Your face and your chocolate smile.
Your pace, your thighs.
Your name, and your smile.
Look at me, stare and blow me away with your eyes.
With your hands, hold mine for miles;
strolling down the streets.
I see us doing that sometimes.
Sipping drinks, sharing kisses, blowing up my mind.
Fountain of love, take me to grind.
It is your beauty;
Black man, you're fine.
You're mine.
My time, you take.
My eyes, you blind.
My forever, love of my life, you're my sunshine.
Fancy lips, dripping juices of pine.
Give me love.
Give me something.
Give me a sign.
Share with me: yourself, your soul, and life.
Caress my body with your fingers, I'm alive!
Duty has nothing on you;
you're my divine.
Call me your divinity, take me for a drive.
Sh! Tone down your beauty, it's loud.
You're fine.
You're timed.
You're not a crime.
Black man, founder of beauty, you're mine.