Obsessed With Your Ebony

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Your flawless skin so full of obscurity,
No blemish, simply chocolatized with purity;
To be absent from contact of your flesh
Is a lifetime full of failure, lacking success.

Here’s something I must get out my chest,
Because the more I hide, the more I get obsessed.

Baby, I’m so obsessed with your ebony,
And more than just another reverie;
How it accommodates your lovely black hair
And coordinates with the clothes you wear;
I get so obsessed.

How it accentuates the curve of your hips,
And exfoliates with plump in your lips;
Baby, only the Lord can help me,
Because I’m so obsessed with your ebony.

If the body has an anecdote to tell,
Then your pigments are narratives to cast a spell;
Baby, the physical chemistry is beyond me,
You take aloft by putting your ebony on me.

Here’s something I must get out my chest,
Because the more I hide, the more I get obsessed.

Baby, I’m so obsessed with your ebony,
And it’s more than another reverie;
How it illuminate s the sparkle in your eyes
And complements the thickness of your thighs;
I get so obsessed.

How it defines the arch in your back,
And spruces the chocolate skin to sexy black;
Baby, only the heavens above can help me,
Because I’m still obsessed with your ebony.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Ingraham.

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