My Black Woman by Boygene Borice - HTML preview

Of Desires and Needs

If to love you leads to my end,

If to cherish you makes me fall,

If to need you, makes me weak,

Then let it be known to the world,

That I have washed my hands,

I have sworn upon my grave,

No minute, no moment, now or forever,

Will I surrender to the thought,

Of letting go of you