Her Black. His White.

His skin is like the white snowfall on the Earth
His body is like the white lakes of the land
Pale from the day of his birth
Hair on his head like the bottom of the beach, white tanned sand

His build is like a pack of sugar
His touch is as soft as a cloud
Fingers are like viscous chalk
With her darkness in the bedroom, his appearance brightens the crowd
His beautiful body is like a sea of milk
Her's is as soft as honey silk
But there's a problem that perhaps that may or may not be fixed
Cuz they say black silk and milk don't mix

His smell is as of white powder
Contact with him is as touching white cream
Not like any other, his white is different, it much louder
He's so rich and fine, to him she'll honor as her King

He is as lotion
His mien is as of paper
She long to share his perverted potion
She wants him to be her permanent raper

She likes it when they 'mix' together
No matter if it's her tornado, or his blizzard, or whatever the weather
She's ready when he is, together being a mixture
Sun and shade, yet, do you get the picture?