Prisoners of Love

by Tracy Mckever & Daryl Horton

Blood stains remain on my back.
Pain sustained from the whip's crack.
Tears pour down like rain
on faces that are Black.
This isn't dressed up
I tell it plain.
It isn't the chains that keep me enslaved.

I'm a prisoner of love in this heat
Bound by these chains from the head to the feet
My knees weak for what I seek, can't cope
For love has me shackled and chained under its yoke
I seek skin black, lips, thighs, and hips intact
My sprite is lynched, a burning so deep
For the pleasure that comes, between two, with sleep
This ain't no joke, yo we tell it plain
Two prisoners of love, hooked, shackled, and chained.

Prisoners of Love by Tracy Mckever & Daryl Horton

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