I love the sound
Of your voice
In the morning,
Rumbling softly
In my ear
As your hands
And lips
Seek out
My breasts,
My hips,
My secret places.
I love the way
You call me "Baby,"
As if I am the only one
To ever carry that name.
I love the feel
Of your hair-roughened skin
Against mine
As our bodies join
And we move together,
Eyes and souls open
To the fires
Burning
In one another's eyes;
And I love the way
You surrender yourself
So completely afterward
Within my loving arms.
It seems
I've waited a lifetime
To know this kind of
Fierce contentment,
This kind of--power,
The power that comes
From loving,
And being loved by,
A good and passionate
Man.
Little one, after longing for a long time, the taste of real love will be compared with nothing, because out there is nothing worth to be compared with.
Don's worry, be happy...like the man says.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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thanks you Rebecca
For sharing this gem
Love & peace
William
Don's worry, be happy...like the man says.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
for your good and passionate man. -gene.