She was black but beautiful

Nigra erat sed pulchrosa
Dozing 'neath an eiderdown.
I asked myself: do you suppose her
Nipple's black on bosom brown?

Had it been an invitation
When she said she wore no bra?
Sometimes the slightest indication
Says where a lady's feelings are.

I did not wish to catch her napping
Till her little feet I spied;
For sleeping girls whose toes go tapping
Want waking in the countryside.

I felt the evidence was heaping;
Could I refuse a plain request?
And you cannot leave a lady sleeping
If she really wants the rest.

Her cobweb blouse was scarce concealing
Nipple black on bosom brown;
I found the prospect quite appealing,
So I took her eiderdown.

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