I can escape her if I want to!
But seriously, who would want to?
I dare not even to close my eyes.
For with a glance, I see the heavens;
Her beauty uncompromised.
Immaculate and free, she reigns angelic,
Her face I continually see, my thoughts aesthetic.
Mock me openly if you will, yet veil not your lies!
Restrain from being stormy,
For its all clear as our skies;
"She's really a woman of chocolate!
A real chocolate woman."
Hard on the outside, but at the right temperatures;
Will melt like butter,
And will make you stutter!
Well as for butter, it will always need complements.
Yet chocolate deserves compliments.
And if I were you, I would find all the condiments,
To influence the consequence.
I love my chocolate; black.
No milk, not even condensed.
A devout I stand for ever,
However,
As with glance; that is well within my sights.
I stand behind my seemingly ineffable, bias plights.
Let the weak dither,
"I stand by my black woman's dinner!"
They've become inundated from the flash of another.
But not me!
For my heart will hurt me, my vessels will desert me.
My body will become cold and unearthly,
Don't get me wrong,
For some of these milky characters are worthy.
But not me!
Never would I ever, want to miss out on her...
For that would be my chance at the world.
After all she's the epitome of a woman,
"The Black Woman", especially with child.
Even in my sleep, I dare not dream;
Thats far too much sunshine for me to take.
So I'll suffer, in her colourful world; my heart wont ache.
Looking at my chocolate woman's face,
shining from the sweat.
To be in love with such state, I will never regret.
I've become much more potent for it...
Much more surrounded by her orbit.
I for one will never make her cry,
Unless they are tears of joy.
