Twilight has risen against shining sun.
My dearest African is lost beyond horizon.
Where is he....why has he fled from me?
My sweetest I love; an addiction to my flesh,
he's more glorified than moon or sun have e'er been.
He's owning much sweet grandeur and soft candor
and he exposes all his loveliness with fluent tongue.
I love his charm and dear manly beauty-
and he's sculpted well his handsome booty.
I wish for eternal sight of his charming flesh,
but all I own is his fading scent.





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