Dark skin

Last night was so good! There's this afro-beat party that we go to every month. We went again and danced together. It's so overwhelming to be there. The bar is quite small but it's full of people. Drums sound arousing faster and faster. Rastaman is holding me and kissing my neck as I close my eyes.
He asked me if I noticed people look after us on the street. I didn't notice, but I think he's right. I don't know if they're doing it in the good or in the bad way, but I feel proud of being next to him. Even if our skins are different colours, inside we're very alike. And his dark skin could never compare to anything. So what if we look like milk and chocolate together? This is so amazing and beautiful for me that I would never want to change it. And all the people outside judging could never make a change. In him I found what I've never seen in others. It gets so clear and so right when we're body to body that nothing else remains.