Once, long ago
I liked to dance, he did too
Like partners we were
The perfect mixture
Of an African and an Indian
Once while practicing I fell
Alas! It was very painful
The black man didnt feared the world
And held me up not fearing the hateful society
Smiling at me
He took me out with care
Soon the hands got entwined and
The 'I do' s' were done
He took her to their room
Slowly pulling off the dress
In which she was adored
He let his fingers down her hands
Entwining with the lips he
always wanted to touch
The white lingerie came off after the sweet touch
Bites on the nipples,
Left some marks on the collarbones too
Fiddling with the brown hair,
He entered the sweet spot
without further delay
Moving in and out like a candy machine
Both were moaning the names they loved
Scratches on the back
And
The hickeys on the neck
Next morning stated who
belongs to whom
But, the society wanted
something else
Killed the black man with a white girl in the car
Both struggled to hold each others hand
But when they did
They opened a new door to afterlife
Where there was no age
barriers, no society to judge
Where they could live young and be with each other
Forever.
©Shrutixx
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