caress of the black and white.
By: Kuroi-Hoshi

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your lips against mine (unbeautiful)
you comb through this one's raven
locks with the solace of a mother
cooing to her crying babe

there is the rare gem falling from my eye
and flowing down my cheek in twin rivers
of clear sparkling jewels

you press your lips against mine (I can taste the lust)
and you smile truimphantly (copper is upon my tongue)
and you whisper (so heavy with need) to me:

" beautiful "