I’m a visual person, I like what I see. Her dark curves, her two-tone hands and feet, her textured hair, her light up the room smile … all of these things take my breath away.
Though beauty is only skin deep, the culture, the extended family, the music, the dancing (when I can get her to dance for me), are more reasons why I love her.
My experience with black people is a positive one.
The strange thing is though, I was adopted at birth. After 42 years, I found my birth parents. I find my mother has been married to a black man for decades. Maybe as much as our own bodies have genetic p
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