The Lustful Conception by Jezelle Alexis

There lay the ivory silk sheet
Smooth and bare;
Pure and cold as Father Winter’s first snow.
He danced around
Declaring his presence
Bold, thick, black.
He looked from afar
With eyes of temptation,
For she had great potential.
A woman of such elegance and grace
Deserves to sit in company
Without eyes wandering to wheres and whens.

A forbidden love it was;
Her milk coat would never be the same.
Impaled by his mighty wand,
His impression was permanent.
Pure and white she was no more,
Yet shame dare not powder her cheeks.
Instead she wore pride
Upon her coated skins,
For she bore the seed
Of a miracle.
Wrapped in her sheets
Was new life,
Created by diversity;
Black and white.
This was the conception;
The birth of literature.

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