By Vita
Strong like black coffee, sugar a hint of cream.
sweet like ripe honeydew kissed by the sun.....
man, black man, black man of mine.
Although I have not yet seen your face you're etched in my head;
your smile is something that words just cannot explain
and when you call my name your voice plays my eardrum like a harp,
I hear your beautiful melody singing softly to me.
You are like the distant yet rising sun,
so far out of my reach yet always brightening up my day.
Man, black man, black man of mine,
Have we already met?
Seems as if I remember walking the banks of the Nile
or sailing the Black Sea with you cuz "you got me feeling like the breeze,
easy and free and lovely and me"
you put my mind at ease and make me smile and all the while
I'm diggin you and your style.....
So I leave you with this....
Man, Black Man, will you be mine????