[ODE TO THE BLACK QUEEN IN MEMORIES WINDOW]
THE MUSIC....
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THE CURVES OF YOU AWAKEN MEMORIES IMPRESSED IN AN ANCESTOR AS HE WATCHED A NUBIAN NYMPH DANCE IN THE LIGHT OF A TRIBAL FIRE.
BREASTS GLEAMING WITH SWEAT AS THE BEAT POSSESSED HER AND POUNDED IN HIS TEMPLES.
THE MUSCLES OF HER THIGHS THAT QUIVERED AS SHE BECAME ONE WITH THE WIND AND THE RAIN... THE SUN AND THE MOON... THE LIONESS IN HER PRIDE.
SHE AND YOU IN THE MELANIN THAT LINKS WE TO THE STARS AS THEY SING A PRIMAL SONG
THE BLOSSOMS OF YOUR LOTUS AS THEY OPEN IN INVITATION TO THE HARDNESS OF MY SPEAR WITH WHICH I TRY TO PIERCE YOUR HEART AND SOUL... THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SATIN SHEATH.
A SIGH AS I RUB AT THE MOUNDS OF YOUR WOMANLY ATTRIBUTES AND REMEMBER TIMES LONG GONE... WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IF CONQUERERS HAD STAYED THEIR SAVAGE HANDS.
LOOKING AT THE PLAINS AND FORESTS OF YOU AS ALL THESE THINGS HAVE COME TO PASS.
I AND AN ANCESTOR LOST IN THE CURVES OF YOU
HAMZAHFARUQ
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