I saw the true tone of your skin

Wrapped in the shadow of my hand

Peeking out between brown fingers

My pink nails a sharp contrast

They bite into the willing flesh

As your shaft swells and you elongate

 With delicate care I skin flesh back

And now we match, your tip is pink

Opening my hand so more is exposed

I look at the dark flesh of the loose folds

And they appear to be brown/black?

 I stretch it long once again with a smile

 In the light of the half closed room blinds

Only once more I skin the supple shaft back

As the sun creates shadows on taunt under flesh

You create a rainbow arc flying in the air