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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