Love Poem: Amazing black lady

Amazing black lady

Black woman, beautiful black amazon




I was once on a photographer's walk in Edgware. It's a nice part of London. Edgware is a pleasant memory of my life, as I lived there - Colindale - and was a photographer.

I like this place.

I have a nice memory.


I was walking there, in a cemetery. I was there to take photos and found a beautiful church.

Now I look back on the World Wide Web to see which one it was.

Moment. I search, I search.

St. Margaret's church.



This church is beautiful, the architecture is wonderful, a beautiful imagination coming from a great past into the present

  Reality, eternal life

I was walking there, looking at this beautiful building, the cemetery that surrounded this building

I strolled, looking around

I was looking for the details and the necessary positions to take pictures



I was standing in front of the church entrance, there was mass inside, and a beautiful woman came out of the church through the door.

She was a black woman.

High goddess.

Her body was beautiful

His blue clothes stuck to her

As soon as he left the church, he immediately looked at me

Found

She dropped his coat

She asked me to take a photo

She gave me his phone for her request

It has a good picture

This woman will never forget me

Me neither she




As soon as she left the church and showed herself to me, I immediately felt tension

Yes, she saw that

This black woman was hot

She must have been fifty years old

Confused, I looked down at me

She saw this

She was looking at my pants

And she looked at me like a woman



I wish I could have my lives

She was perfect

Perfect personality

I wish I could kneel before her every night

Black femininity

I would kiss your feet and hands.



She was American

She came to the church from the USA for a celebration