My Muse

She left me. I miss her.

I can still taste the complexness of Merlot on her lips from the last time she placed her ruby red kisses on mine. At night after showering she would lay next to me, play in my hair, and fondle my breasts. Our playful giggles manifested into the most erotic, heated, and creative love making sessions known to man.

Her passion was as powerful and magnetic as watching a ribbon lightening display across the sky. She made love to every part of me, flowing in out and throughout the entire entity of me. Her raw emotions penetrated the core of me, producing mind and body quaking orgasms that left me faded and high for days. I am addicted to her. I need her. I crave her.

Wait...is that her I see in the distance sexily strutting up to me? Hinting eyes, full breasts, round hips, thick thighs

My muse has returned to me...but for how long?

This Love Right Here

I find myself no longer worrying if my ass is too big, hips too wide, belly too pudgy, breasts too buxom

I don’t wonder if I’ll have to relive the hurt, hide my true goofy, witty, nerdy self, or if I’m smart enough, good enough, or proper enough

Rather I find myself laughing for no reason at all, smiling like some deranged woman out of touch with reality, and going to bed with this childlike innocent grin in my heart and my soul frolicking in the emerald green grasses of rebirth

I hold my head high, care not about the world’s opinions of my unconventional self, smile and shake my head at those that come against me followed by a deep and hearty “hmpff” as I strut off and roll these wide hips, phat ass, and thick thighs

Honey I haven’t a care in the world because I have a God sent man that loves me beyond my faults and through my fears

He inspires me to be the best me that I can be all the while loving everything about me from my naturally beautiful wavy locks, sapphire heart, all the way down to the high arches of my feet

Yes, I am loved indeed. I guess I have never really loved or been loved before because it sure as hell didn’t feel like this

Because this love right here...yeah, this love is fiyah

An Ode to You...Our Brothers

Thank you

For understanding that we are not bitches because we are assertive
And that we are not weak because we crave your sweet kisses

For working to provide for us
And for appreciating the safe havens we provide for you in return

For taking the time out to discipline the children we created
And showing them the irreplaceable love of a father, even if they don’t share your DNA

For your love that comforts and heals us
Of the hurt caused by the ones that made us cry

For realizing that our hair is our glory
And for getting overexcited if you let you pull it while…

For appreciating the phatness of our asses and width of our hips
It brings out our fierceness when we catch you peeping

For banging our backs out
Like only you can

For making tender passionate love to us
Like only you can

For creating a want in us
That only you can fill

For satisfying a need in us
That only you can feel

You are many things to us, but above all, you are love. Love…suffers long,
is kind, does not envy, does not parade itself, is not puffed up, does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, rejoices in the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, and with us by your side you’ll never fail.