His to Behold

I am seen as his Queen
By the gorgeous, black man
Whose vowed to take my hand.
He declares to the world,
both young and old,
I am HIS TO BEHOLD.

For the journey we've started together.
As the nightfall arrives,
We seek the explore the depths of our love.
Our wedding night heats with steam rising above.
As he kisses my creamy thighs
And heralds the surprise of sweet nectar;
"oohs" and "aahs" are heard.

His lips taste mine
As if savoring mine
Our bodies intertwine until dawn.
Languorous and satiated, we awake as one.
With a readiness of our life having just begun.

I whisper, "My love, I seek no other".
You are divinely mine, my brutha.
As I step forward and take your hand in wonder.
Pausing - knowing what God has joined together,
No man can put asunder.

Chewrita Lewis

Memphis, TN