Black Widow

The vacuum of her beauty
Sucked out my very breath
I found myself immobilized
Nearly choking on my own heart

I inhale your spirit
And exhale insatiable yearning
Bewitched by the flawlessness of my strut
Malevolence slyly clutches your heart

My knees began to buckle
Driving me to the floor
Manhood has deserted me
Contemplating crawling to her feet

Behind these lusty eyes lies a spirit of perversion
Driving you to your knees
And into my ample rich bosom
The heart of the abyss

Which bank accounts can I empty
Which keys can I put in her hands
How much soul do I have left inside of me
Can I be "Mr. Whoeversheis"

With bankrupt emotions
Lost keys to dreams
And no soul left
You've unwittingly become "Mr. WhoeverIam"

I can hardly wrap my mind around
The perfection she defines
Conforming to every fantasy
Creating more yet unimagined

These full pouty lips
Spew true lies
A master of disguise
I'll be who you want me to be

My heart swells with joy
As she passionately receives me
Signing over the deed to my existence
For one moment to claim her as mine

Marveled are you by my curves
As I welcome you inside
While you bask in my warmth
I knit your soul to mine

Consumed I am by her power
Lost in my own reverie
I realize too late
That Venus is a fly trap

I have no mercy as you grasp at love
Trapped in my web of deceit
I place a venomous kiss of trickery upon your lips
And trot off to the next lame

Lines in black-Sojourner G
Lines in green-Queen of My Castle

Begging, begging me to accept you into me

Deny…I continue to deny you

Killing you…killing you softly with my sweet, sexy, soothing words

Yearning…you yearn for my lips hips and thighs (I yearn for your heart)

Lust…longs to drip from your lips to my thighs, willing to sacrifice all that you are and have for one dose of me

How…how can I deny you my body yet walk away with pieces of your soul?

Because I am saving yet enslaving you

Be careful…be careful what you ask for, for one dose of me could prove to be addicting, for I am all encompassing, all consuming

I am…a woman and servant of Sensuality



How nicely the bitch Sensuality knows how to beg for a piece of the spirit, when a piece of flesh is denied her. –Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Likes and Dislikes about Black Men

We love you when/because

You have madd swag like no other, switching from Tims to Business attire with such ease and sex appeal

You have “go-getter” mentalities in all aspects of life

You don’t have to ask us why we only wash our hair once per week

You don’t find our real hair/weaves/braids/locks/twists to be some freak of science

You can make love to the entire entity of us, or simply bang our backs out

You are forever in love with our thick hips, small waists, and ample bottoms

You appreciate our cooking over that of a restaurant

You are not afraid to check anyone on our behalves or yours

You take time out to be a father. That really turns us on.

You show us that vulnerable side of you that others will never see


You get on our nerves when/because

You are stubborn as all hell

You are masters at lying

You try to have sex with us after you have royally f*cked up

You try to flatter our panties off

Did I mention that you guys are stubborn as all hell?

You refuse to allow us to help you and “upgrade” you

The stupid games you play in love

You have honey dripped tongues that cause us temporary lacks of judgement (Have you ever dated a Naija man?!) LOL

You feed us BS and get mad when we reject it

You bottle up your true feelings for us and FINALLY tell us how you feel after it’s too late

My Plight

They say you are who you are when no one else is around…I’m just me

They say you are what you think…I think I’m the ish

I walk it like I talk it and I walk it like a model

I love being a Southern girl

I don’t think I could ever date a White guy. I need someone that appreciates my thick thighs and full bottom as much as I do

I have a crush on myself. I check me out every time I pass a mirror or anything reflective

Oddly enough…I’m bashful. LOL

Yes, I’m modest, but right now I am in one of my “I’m THAT chick” moods

We all have a thorn in our sides that we battle with…mine is lust

I always hear people say “You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re honest, and you’re sexy.”

I can cook like a true Southern woman. Smothered ribs, pork chops, chicken, rice, gravy from scratch, corn, sweet cornbread that’s buttered as soon as it comes from the oven, sweet potatoes, smothered potatoes, juicy rib eye steaks, seafood pastas…the list goes on

I speak eloquently, and I have been told I have a soothing voice on more than one occasion

I know how to dress for any occasion

I never ask anyone for money. I work for what I want, and if I can’t have what I want I would rather go without

I have nice hair and impeccable hygiene

I have a very healthy libido

I love to laugh, make out, and I don’t sleep in frumpy pajamas

Yet…I go to bed alone every night, yearning

Games We Play

We all say it...”I don’t play games. I am too old for games.” In reality, do we ever stop playing games? I was chatting about relationships with a friend a few months ago, and he mentioned that as much as we like to think we don’t play games…we never actually stop. At first I disagreed with him, them I started to think of all the little subtle things I do that could be qualified as playing games to some, just being a woman by others.

I can’t speak for men, but I know women have a gift of getting any man we desire to notice us. Notice I said the men we desire…not every man. This can’t be taught. Either you have it or you don’t. A genuine compliment, nice smile, and quick suggestive glances do wonders in getting a man’s attention. Let the cat and mouse game begin.

The I’m going to wait and see how long it takes him/her to call me Game: I admit to this one, especially in dealing with my handsome Naija mister. Once I start feeling like I am the one doing all of the pursuing and making the efforts for communication I suddenly stop all forms of initiations for conversation. It always works like a charm. He’ll call saying how much he misses hearing my voice and the usual things people say when they’ve felt as though their favorite toys have gone missing. LOL. I kidd, I kidd, okay maybe not.

I’m sure we’ve all done some pretty playful things, like…

Get a guy’s/girl’s attention just for the sake of knowing that we COULD have him/her if that’s what we desired

Nonchalantly mentioning the fact that we got hit on a couple times just to see if our significant others showed any signs of jealousy

Walking around in only your skivvies and/or nothing but his dress shirt because you know he will look, and then want to touch, and then…

And my favorite…the Just the Tip game

I am assuming that games will forever be played as long as there is chemistry, love, and sexual tension between men and women. As long as the gamed lead to tender love, caring, and affection what’s the big deal?

Maybe I

I would have, maybe I should have

I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love

I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog

I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that

If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form

Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss

Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?

Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.

Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose

Remembering the Times

You finally walked through my door after months of being away

The first thing that came to my mind was not how soft and sweet your kisses are, no

Nor was it the way you snuggly fit inside of me nor the way you moan and squirm when I please you

It wasn’t the sound my lacy undies make when you rip them off because I’ve teased you to your limit

Nor was it the feeling of your hands gently cupping my full breasts or your warm mouth suckling on my nipples

It wasn’t the sound of you playfully smacking my derrière nor the sound of you panting as I cowgirl up on your member…

It was the sound of companionship as I remembered the many times we talked about everything and nothing at all

It was the soft sweet look you give me as I laugh at your silly stories and when you tell me I’m beautiful

It was the feeling of oneness as we exchanged secrets after I shyly allowed you to make love to me

It was the comforting scent of your skin that always makes me smile

It was the bittersweet taste of love…