Melanin Skin
Dripping gold in the kiss of the sun,Midnight smooth when the day is done.A shade so deep, a touch so rare,History hums in the curls of her hair.
Melanin skin like earth untamed,Carved from stars, kissed by flames.She walks, they watch, they crave, they sin,Lost in the pull of her cinnamon skin.
Lips like gospel, hands like fire,Eyes that promise, tongues conspire.They want to taste, they want to drown,To worship soft and burn her down.
But she is storm, she is stone,Dripping honey, steel, and bone.A hymn, a war, a whispered sin,Untamed, unbowed—melanin.