My Black Woman by Boygene Borice - HTML preview

Of Physique and Beauty

The shaking of your hips,

Makes me drown like Samson,

When he sunk in the thighs of Delilah,

The touch of your berry like lips,

Makes me lose sleep like King Ahuseros,

When he was bound by the brilliance of Esther.

Your presence, my Love,

Sweeps me away like King David,

When his eyes fell upon the blessing of Bathsheba