Raindance

Out of an early morning rain
I step into your fierce embrace.
Your uncouth lips like robust coffee
warm my Irish blood,
my fiery mulatto girl.
My café au lait lass.
My French Market mère.
I’m beignets in your arms,
square but scrumptious.
I’m white powdered sugar,
that peppers your bronze breast.
After an impassioned tit fuck,
Your choco-latte nipples,
soaked first in my saliva,
now marinate in caucasian semen.
My hands fading your flesh to cinnamon.
Your fingers staining my skin mahogany.
My cock coloring your chest creamy white.

Then on your green faded couch,
I spread your brown fleshy lips
until they are only pink.
Then my mauve-colored cock enters,
pink into pink,
your flesh my flesh.
I ride you hard,
my exotic mulatto girl.
Until my red curlies
mate your black curlies,
as we curl concealed by stormclouds.
Me hiding you from my family.
You hiding me from yours.
So only when it rains
can my white ass
darken your black door.
Can my pale white seed
soak your rich fertile soil.

What will your darker husband
say about another,
even lighter,
mulatto girl?

At night I sneak out
naked under a bright moon,
dancing and chanting softly,
praying for rain.