There is something about the beauty of a woman,
it shines in the whites of her eyes,
and the pearls of her teeth,
it is in the melanin of her skin,
and the black of her hair,
it is in the warm browns,
midnight blacks,
and the pinkness of her hidden flesh,
it is in the smell of her skin,
and the natural pheromone scents,
There is something about the beauty of a black woman,
that keeps pulling me in...

I wonder if you'll ever regret how you treated me,
and the love you didn't appreciate.

I wonder if you'll reminisce
of the times I'd been in your thoughts.

I wonder if you'll ever change.

I wonder if you'll treat others better,
or if your ways will remain.

I wonder if you'll push it to the back of your mind,
so you don't have to remember.

I wonder if my heartbreak was a waste,
or if you'll learn from me and become better.

When your lips meet mine,
I feel my heart flutter,
and when your tongue slips inside,
it pounds like drums.

I could never get enough of your kisses.
The softness pulled me in,
passion burned inside,
One look into your eyes and I feel my body cringe.

Goosebumps rise --you stroke my skin,
My body has weakened,
You pull me closer by the waist,
Your hands caress my back,
your fingers massage my shoulders,

Teasing me until your hands grip my neck,
--I gasp for air,
your grip has eased,
and you gently cup my face,

The forehead kiss I had once missed,
is placed along my face,
I hear your voice tell of your love,
But we can't be together,
Why do I keep coming back,
When your heart belongs to another.