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  • Writer's pictureAna Moritta

What’s the color of your love?


May I call you my Black?

May I call you my “neger”?

May I call you, simply, my Love?

May I caress your chest with my fingertips

and touch your chin and call you my lord?

Actually, it doesn’t matter how I call you,

for what I like is being naked, in your mood,

Enjoying a great love!

In your dark skin, loving my white one, looking like a flower...

Black Angel, sacred Angel, filling me of love, my boyfriend.

My blessed secrets, the wind strongly blows

And far fly, so that, then I be

only yours, my love, whatever be your color...

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