This is beautiful to me.

Not that I’m black

And you’re not.

But that our skin mixes

Melds

Strains against one another

Before melting

Into a river of orgasmic eruptions

That blinds us to all that was

All that is

And all that ever will be. 

We are beautiful to me

Not because of stereotypes

About whether I have a BBC,

Or that you want me to be your Black Daddy

And I want you as my white whore.

We are beautiful because

We simply are

In this moment,

The culmination of flirty messages

Horribly indecent prose

Rough kisses

Innuendo

And ideas that would shock the world

If they could pierce our bubble.

We are beautiful not because of skin

But because we did the math

And you plus me equals

Revelry and fantastic

Action.

So much that when we finish

And you’re no longer pale,

But pink..

And my brown skin glistens

From all you’ve flooded me..

We will still be

And always remain

Beautiful.