Chocolate Hands

Chocolate Hands
By: Ramona J. Smith

Chocolate hands caressing her spine.
Squeezing. Gripping. Grabbing. Smacking.
Resting on my backside.

Blindly revealing crevices hidden under charcoal dreams.

Unsnapping and tossing straps.

Cupping. Rubbing. Resting.
Gently covering her body with cocoa residue.
Hugging. Loving. Owning her curves.

Hands following the trail blazed by his mind.

No words needed.

Those chocolate hands say it all.

Passionate chocolate hands controlled by his Scorpio mind.

Yes this is Heaven.

God is Black. God is Ebony.

God is flowing through the energy shared between the butterscotch body and 
those chocolate hands.