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  • Member Since:

    September 10, 1999

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  • Location:

    Atlanta, GA

  • Race:

    Black/African American


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Dipped in chocolate, bronzed with elegance,

Enameled with grace, toasted with beauty.

My Lord, she is a Black Woman!


 


 


 You can always run from what you have found

But what finds you, there is no escaping.



 

 


 

I Am

 


I am love.

No wait, too regular.
 


I am chocolate waves of love dipped rays

Feelings so strong you are dazed.

I am your desire taking you higher

Leaving your innermost parts on fire.

I am your moods; your ups and downs

Your perfect world turned all around.

I am your chaotic thoughts.

Your once hidden, now exposed-faults.

I am that smile that just appears.

I am that shiver you feel when they are near.

I am the creator and destroyer of all your fears.

I am now the keeper of all you hold dear.

I AM L O V E.

~2Luscious~




 

 

 





There`s an incredible amount of magic

and feistiness in Black Men that NOBODY

has been able to wipe out...but EVERYBODY has tried.











Come taste the flavor

Of something forbidden

Not yet ripe, but ready just the same.

Come celebrate masculinity,

Beauty, brawn and brain.



A rare find, this emerging young man.

Ready to take on the world, anyway he can.

Domineering, aggressive, soft steel,

Respectful, focused, keeping it real.

Wonder if he'll stay this way forever?

This not ripe, but ready fruit, this forbidden treasure.

Back up, don`t touch!

Yeah, whatever...

2Luscious

 


 

 


 

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough
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

 

 


 

A Poem of Power



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!






~My first published poem~


M I A M I


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~


 

 




Black Men

Black Men are a treasure. A good one is hard to find,

but if you get lucky enough to snag one, he will be fine

and delicate as a piece of gold; as strong, pungent and

flavorful as an excellent glass of wine; with strength and

power like that of a diamond - a precious jewel.

 


 

 

 





Wine-maiden

Of the jazz-tuned night,

Lips

Sweet as purple dew,

Breasts

Like the pillows of all sweet dreams,

Who crushed

The grapes of joy

And dripped their juice

On you?



Thank you, BLACKKNIGHT-1

 

 

 


 

Dear Love:

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...

 

 



 

 



 

 



My Mind is the Tool



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.

 

 


I feel you sister, when you say all the other misters, never took

you there, but it ain't my fault. I love to touch, I love to feel, but

first and foremost, I love to keep it real -- you know this to be true.

Wondrous emotion in a mixed up love potion, a combination of the

mental and the physical. Although our physical acts, bring you the

ultimate climax, my mind is the tool that I'll use to make love to you.



Some might think that cybersex is along the same lines as this text,

but no - that`s way too digital. 1-900... you know the rest or at least

by now you've heard. Verbal stimulation, via phone conversation,

makes me laugh it's so absurd.

I need you close to me, saying something or saying nothing,

so long as we're sharing the same breath.



This muscle in which I've been speaking is good for steady freaking,

but the thoughts I leave you with, will last 'til death. Nothing is sweeter

than when a woman knows her man needs her, and a man knows his

woman needs him too.



Let me say in closing, it's you that I've chosen

and my mind is the tool that I'll use to make love to you.





You are Psalms
You are Psalms.



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