2Luscious
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Recommend this profile to your Facebook friends. personal messageDipped in chocolate, bronzed with elegance,
There`s an incredible amount of magic and feistiness in Black Men that NOBODY has been able to wipe out...but EVERYBODY has tried.
to turn the world upside down, all alone, these together ought to be able to turn it back and get it right side up again... Sojourner Truth
Times certainly have brought about a change And to a few, it might seem strange Black women are soaring with ambition No more barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen And she`s not slaving like an ox Have you seen her image on the pancake box? Ha! Purse full of credit cards, fancy car And the girl ain`t even a movie star! Not long ago, I was on the bus Eating fried chicken from "The Colonel" Looking at a girlie magazine and full of lust Sitting next to a sister reading a "Wall Street Journal" I said, "Pardon me baby, where are you on your way? I would like to know your name if that`s okay Your perfume I surely adore- I believe we met somewhere before!" She says, "I`m on my way downtown to City Hall I must chair a council meeting and that`s not all Then I`m off to the United Nations- To advise on a classified situation Sorry, but I fail to remember you- Were you ever in Sudan or Istanbul? Or perhaps it was Rome, England, or by chance it was Chad, Morocco or Paris, France You see, I`m multilingual and travel a lot But, once a month I take a bus- Just my way of staying in touch Nefertiti is my name, and universal peace is my game I attended Benedict College in South Carolina and earned my Bachelors Degree Then I went to Fisk and received my Masters in Nashville, Tennessee At Howard University in Washington, D.C.- That`s where I earned my Ph.D I have offices in Dallas, Chicago, and Mexicana- A penthouse in New York and a home in Atlanta I play the harp - and pilot a jet- Now tell me brother, where do you think we met?" I rung the bell - Got up and left- Aunt Jemima done got besides herself! Weather is perfect, recreation galore. So much to do, so much to explore. I'm trying to pocket this corner of earth, To take home with me, to warm my hearth. New York I love you, you'll always be home. Florida is calling, I must pick up the phone. At the other end of the line, yes, you know it... Big, tall, gentle and fine. A candlelit room, birthday balloons. A special man, holding his hand. Hugs that are warm and enveloping, Conversation, deep and thought provoking. Feeling safe and secured, relaxed and good, Adored and cherished, damn this is womanhood. Love being wined and dined with no points to earn. Love giving back and not being burned. There are no clocks, there are no chimes, Just me, this man, this space, this time. ~2Luscious~
The one who`s name I call in ecstasy. The one who constantly teases my fantasies.The one who can bring me to exhilaration, simply by calling my name...I LOVE YOU and though others may try to tempt me with words of power and fame; only another sister can understand how it is that I love my black man, and to her, my exclamation is quite germane. What is it about the black man that keeps a woman so mystified? Why would some of my sisters feel compelled to defend him, even to the point of war or death? Such passions he stirs within us; his muscular frame and proud stance pamper many asleep and tortures others with visions of being his captive bird who never wishes to take flight. Oh, how do I love thee...let me count the ways: I love you dearly I love you tenderly I love you beyond thought I love you beyond space and time I love you all over and then your other self I love you to infiniti and beyond I LOVE to LOVE you just because... Can any woman really understand the depths in which her mind expands beyond spirit when asked to describe how much she loves her beautiful, black, brown, sepia skinned, olive skinned,and every known tone under the rainbow, African man? That cool walk. That sensual and sexy bravado that makes a sister do three head turns and give 4 snaps with her girlfriends when you stroll down the block. Pardon me for exposing such personal thoughts and to some this type of mantra is very esoteric, but to those who can relate, you understand full well the motivation of this admission and through our commonality of the subject, per se, you must agree that amongst us there is an Espirit De Corps when it comes to admission of why the Black Man, at least to us, is King. Come to the edge. We can`t we`re afraid. Come to the edge. We can`t we`ll fall. Come to the edge -- and they came and she pushed them and they flew...
This muscle between my legs is good for fertilizing your eggs, but it will never make or break our love affair. Although it gives you great pleasure, and those moments I do treasure, it will never be the main way to show I care. Thus, revealing the fact, that sex is just an act, and love is never anything one should fall into. I may sound like a fool, when I say my mind is the tool that I'll use to make love to you. It may be big, firm, thick, strong, it may even last long, but never as long as the images I leave of me, in your thoughts.
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