Whenever shes near or passes my way
There are so many things I keep wanting to say
Instead I pretend that I really don't care
Inner feelings with her too fearful to share
In dreams I kiss her mouth her breasts
Over and over with scarcely a rest
Her sighs and mine merging as one
Fingertips soothing like a warm autumn sun
Would she throw off her clothing her body mask
Then help me with mine if I ever dared ask
Perhaps she might cry as emotions run deep
Sweetly sob softly moan as we fall into sleep
To awake in the morning her warmth on my skin
Would she reach out and kiss me then make love again
All through the day and into the night
My ardent desire is one day she just might
So beautifully ebony-skinned she is
Kith to the night above
Please bend to me and let me make
This reckoning of love
By Bruce Mac circa 1988
