Black Over White, White Under Black

Black over white,

she drapes her cape to cover her shine,

so dazzlingly bright that it feels like a crime.

Reminiscent of elegant white wine,

the taste of her is undoubtedly divine.

The grace of her hairline,

neckline,

those curvaceous lines,

each touch of your gaze sends her to cloud nine.

White under black,

you rip the cape back.

You feed her lips a sip of cognac,

then watch her eyes glaze as the heat attacks.

White emerges once black fades from your hijack,

and so you dive in to consume her with smacks.

Feasting on her neck,

her racks,

that delectable snatch,

you drink and lap until she becomes a total wreck.

Fingers buried in her hair, you break her grace,

for her thighs shake and she cums all over your face.

And so you turn Karina into a soaking, trembling disgrace,

all ripe and ready for you to debase.

Black over white.

White under black.

In the end, both colours are not embraced,

for all Karina had is now displaced.