White Obsession Black Possession

I slowly opened my eyes, to the feel of the warmth of sunlight
as it streams down from the heavens, on the four poster bed
while I am here lazily entangled in soft lacy sheets of white
with my milky breasts, an my bare naked skin, so modeled
as the thoughts, the emotions, the passions and desires love
gently overcome me, as once again I think, I dream, of him
yet, I am nudged by another form, still laying in my arms
as I turn to gaze at this man, who still holds me tight
still sleeping, in restful slumber, as I move closer an closer
to rest my face, on his muscular physique chest as my pillow
an to feel against my cheek, his heart, beating with mine
as he runs his fingers through my long silky brownish locks
to lean over with a kiss to his soft dark chocolate moist lips
while lost in amazement of this handsome Black Adonis

So now, I have become his possession, an his every obsession
living now, only to be there for him in all, an every way I can
being the very one that has eluded me my entire life till now
to have found a connection to in soul, as more than a mate