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Aug 2013
She sits there above the clouds
none can see her but me
for she is my black beauty

We have travelled many years together
and I gave her my name and blood
she is my one and only black beauty

She is made of star dust
one so liken to me
my sweet love, black beauty

Oh and when I call her to me
tears do fill my dark eyes
as she is my black beauty

Her slender frame
her hyper drive
makes this vessel real cool to sit in

I may call her down tonight
that will give a few people a fright
come to me my black beauty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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