Hey, Black-skinned Guy

Hey, black-skinned guy, this is for you!

The world kept on with its lips on that fair guy who glosses his pink lips. The other gender fell on their knees to touch his skin.

The world kept their lips on the flashes of that fair young lady, you wondered if the shade of your light had ever been noticed. You wondered if you were just not in existence in the beauty’s galaxy. Oh, Yes, I want you in my galaxy.

I grew up to see the world cherish the blooming skin of the light-skinned race. But seeing you, the shade of your light covered my thin face. I was stocked in my steps, staring at those leveled black lips. Your curly black hair curled my legs while I waited for your smile. The dimple, when you smiled, got me rumbled. I can see those white teeth from those black gums; the gums glued my heart to yours. You left unnoticed, but my attention deserves to be noticed.

Dear black-skinned guy, I’m here for you.

At the onset, at college, I fell for your thatched roof hair. I saw the tangles and mingles of the strands. Your black hair reminds me of the black palm shaft that set the wood of our mothers ablaze. Black guy, you got my heart ablaze

When you combed your hair at the entrance to the lab with the comb hanging from your coat. I saw the strands fall in line, let other girls off the line. The strands sleeping calmly on your scalp, let my love rest on your palms.

I couldn’t escape the scar of the splash of those moist drops falling like snow from them. It was so cold that I got a cold burn from them. Don’t give a cold look, we could have a cold drink.

You almost caught me

You almost caught me, but I took a step back and hid behind the pole. I sighted a mole on your chin, damn, we’re unlike poles, you got me attracted. Then, I saw your slightly trimmed mustache, oh my, they are so stunning. I see the smoothness in them, let my fingers go within them, and place my scent in them so you can easily perceive my presence.

I took some steps forward on the stairs and hid behind the class rep; you were engrossed in a discussion; I looked distally and found the black lips, then I socked my eyes into them and got a deep pinch. A pinch in my brain that made your love run through my veins.

Your beard covers your black skin with black hair. I want to touch the softness of the hairs, they are like loamy soils; let’s plant happiness in the richness of your beard.

Then, to those brightly white eyes, dazzling and shining like the stars, I can see the dark pupil glowing, I looked into those eyes to see my love but you got them blocked while you looked away

Your sets of teeth are so sharp that they could cut my gaze off them. I wanted to continue, but I spent some minutes focusing more on the moderately curved ears.

To that face imagining who I am.

Yes, you! It’s you, you with the black skin. Tell the guy scrapping off his skin that our ancestors are looking at his chin and chest with the best disrespect he caused to men.

We are men that bath and cream once in a blue moon; how on earth could you breathe and decide to bleach? We take our time to cream the palm and balm the feet; how could you disrespect us as you cream your chest and thighs to bleach?

To my black guy who stood by the lab door waiting to get his handout, maybe we should hang out. I can see your white nails so nice and sharp, they shook my affection. My love for you is in tension.

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