Verse 1 (Janien Hammonds):

His words have got me wanting to be touched by his Brown Skin

Or drenched in it like Brown men

Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, so close, it must be sin

Something akin to laying down next to Him and giving Him the pleasure

Of giving me pleasure

Something so seductive as swimming in His Skin

Or His kisses on my Skin or silk sheets caress Our Skin

And words whispered in my ear do something to me within

His fingers read me like Braille, and make me feel like Hell

Must've broken loose

The Moon must be blue, because He set my ship loose to sail

And can you tell?

I'm so stuck on Dude

Hook (Makeda Iroquois):

Baby I'm

I'm

Baby I'm

I'm

Baby I'm

I'm

Baby I'm

Trapped in Your Skin

Verse 2 (Sxvxnt):

Her eyes, Her smile, the curvature of Her lips

Her thighs aligned with the curvature of Her hips

Have widened my eyes and stirred me from my scripted lines that I

Have purposed for to spit and

Worse, or better, depending who you ask I'm

Cursed, or blessed; Her nether demanding that I gasp and

Yes, the best of Her was none of those factors

Yes, the best of Her, above all, in fact: Her Skin

God yes, it was melanin drenched: the Brown tint of a Twix

With a Heavenly kick

And as the gloss of Her Skin seemed to glow and glisten

I stood in awe and resented how the Sun kissed Her

Convinced that my lips could bring

Things the Day Star Of God wouldn't dare to dream

See, my arms was the place that She needed to be

But from the arms of the Sun, She had no need to leave

Or heed my voice raised toward She

But wait; until She locked eyes with me

Hook

Verse 3a (Janien Hammonds):

I don't want to stop, because I'm higher than when I fell the first time

He takes me higher and higher every time

Gives me something new to bring my memories back to this place in Time

Right here

And trust me, y'all

Heaven is beautiful

I know because He took me there

Verse 3b (Sxvxnt):

Airborne

One touch took me there in rare form

Her rare form

Entrenched in such a splendid design

Her fingertips stroked my quivering spine

And as Our hips align, lips unite in a suspension of Time

Until We're blended

Cinched in a synchronous bind of heightened senses

Lifted: Ascension divine

And Our Skin, neither end

Nor beginning is nigh for She and I

Verse 3c (Makeda Iroquois):

Blue is the colour of the Sky

While the play the beach, caressing Black sand

Melanin: go'n' gitchu a tan

Hook