Moulded with fine clay and sand
There my beauty ebony princess stand
My epitome of beauty, a symbol of perfection
An enigma worthy of my adulation
Your beauty a mystery even for the gods
Almighty Sango, stunned by the spell of your grace
Pelts the sky with thunder; your beauty a source of wonder.
Son, crucified and forsaken by his father
For mortals fall and all seems asunder
Your ***** sways, and ravages the earth like a crazed tornado
Melting the hardest rock, your smile a consuming volcano
Leaving clusters of white diamonds, forged in an African furnace.
Saint turn sinner, lusting after your loveliness
First turn last, ****** by the medusa of your shape
You open your mouth to speak and,
Pharaoh with his army fall under your feet
Gazumped by your red lips, together with his fleet
And Venus watched from olympus your beauty at its peak
My Black diamond
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Moulded with fine clay and sand
There my beauty ebony princess stand
My epitome of beauty, a symbol of perfection
An enigma worthy of my adulation
Your beauty a mystery even for the gods
Almighty Sango, stunned by the spell of your grace
Pelts the sky with thunder; your beauty a source of wonder.
Son, crucified and forsaken by his father
For mortals fall and all seems asunder
Your ***** sways, and ravages the earth like a crazed tornado
Melting the hardest rock, your smile a consuming volcano
Leaving clusters of white diamonds, forged in an African furnace.
Saint turn sinner, lusting after your loveliness
First turn last, ****** by the medusa of your shape
You open your mouth to speak and,
Pharaoh with his army fall under your feet
Gazumped by your red lips, together with his fleet
And Venus watched from olympus your beauty at its peak
My Black diamond
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