See, I was conquered by her beauty and astonished by her wisdom.
She was a dreamer, captivated by my intelligent word play on her heartstrings…
Humming, “Pretty brown eyes” by Mint Condition
I yearn to awake to her good morning kisses.
I only wish to leave this world with her goodnight moans…
Good and plenty kinda lovin is what she deserves, from beginning to end …
While burning Gods good green’s.
I watch her soul strut across the living room floor.
Tupac and John B’s “Are ya still down” playing in the background.
As she dances, I observe her hips sway back and forth to the rhythm.
The natural light from the picture window kissing her skin.
(Yeah she simmers…)
Her ora bursts at the seams and glows with blinding light…
You can see the warmth on her face.
She lifts my spirits and congers lustful thoughts.
She bounces from the chair to the couch and landed in my lap.
This is a thrown known by few……
Whispering in my ear “I love you”.
She plants the seed of victory with a kiss and a smile…
Like J. Holiday’s “Put you to bed”.
I place my pad and pen down.
Wrap my hands with folded fingers around her waist…
Carrying her to the bedroom…
Bed King Size…
Sheets tossed, pillows on the floor,
Incense burning, talking dirty, throats dry, kinda love…
She hurt me to the core with pleasures unimaginable…
Using my manhood to contort her inner-being.
It was better than Sunday brunch…
Bumping, H Town’s “Knocking the Boots”
And afterwards,
I watch her getting dressed, t-shirt and panties,
Scatting blues tunes…
Like “In the rain” by The Dramatics…
Or “Stormy weather”, like Ella Fitzgerald.
Twirling that gorgeous brown hair into a bun…
I day dream about the future, when we create another…
(Another one of us…)
Me, Singing “Papa’s got a brand new bag” like James Brown.
I praise this feeling of freedom.
The promise of our legacy to come.
I ponder at the gift that God has given me…
He allows our new awaking
He… The creator of all…
Has graced my life with…..
(Shout it from the rooftops!!!)
“You must be my Soul Sista”!!! Like Bilal.
We enjoy these melodic times,
Of sounds, tunes, vibes, the enhancing of senses,
Playfulness, and comfort in this afternoon delight…
She was a dreamer, captivated by my intelligent word play on her heartstrings…
Humming, “Pretty brown eyes” by Mint Condition
I yearn to awake to her good morning kisses.
I only wish to leave this world with her goodnight moans…
Good and plenty kinda lovin is what she deserves, from beginning to end …
While burning Gods good green’s.
I watch her soul strut across the living room floor.
Tupac and John B’s “Are ya still down” playing in the background.
As she dances, I observe her hips sway back and forth to the rhythm.
The natural light from the picture window kissing her skin.
(Yeah she simmers…)
Her ora bursts at the seams and glows with blinding light…
You can see the warmth on her face.
She lifts my spirits and congers lustful thoughts.
She bounces from the chair to the couch and landed in my lap.
This is a thrown known by few……
Whispering in my ear “I love you”.
She plants the seed of victory with a kiss and a smile…
Like J. Holiday’s “Put you to bed”.
I place my pad and pen down.
Wrap my hands with folded fingers around her waist…
Carrying her to the bedroom…
Bed King Size…
Sheets tossed, pillows on the floor,
Incense burning, talking dirty, throats dry, kinda love…
She hurt me to the core with pleasures unimaginable…
Using my manhood to contort her inner-being.
It was better than Sunday brunch…
Bumping, H Town’s “Knocking the Boots”
And afterwards,
I watch her getting dressed, t-shirt and panties,
Scatting blues tunes…
Like “In the rain” by The Dramatics…
Or “Stormy weather”, like Ella Fitzgerald.
Twirling that gorgeous brown hair into a bun…
I day dream about the future, when we create another…
(Another one of us…)
Me, Singing “Papa’s got a brand new bag” like James Brown.
I praise this feeling of freedom.
The promise of our legacy to come.
I ponder at the gift that God has given me…
He allows our new awaking
He… The creator of all…
Has graced my life with…..
(Shout it from the rooftops!!!)
“You must be my Soul Sista”!!! Like Bilal.
We enjoy these melodic times,
Of sounds, tunes, vibes, the enhancing of senses,
Playfulness, and comfort in this afternoon delight…
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