Beauty adorned her heart like a necklace
Something left us breathless
I remarked in between sweet caresses
Fingertips along her tresses
A kiss before she undresses
A fire in her eyes less fury, more festive
She moves the night
Precise in her direction
Resigned without respite
Generally the victims of oppression have no alternative other than to accept blindly the patterns of symbols, logic, thought, speech, emotional responses & perceptions that are imposed forcefully upon them by their oppresors. After hundreds of years of oppression, the oppressed, having lost the sense of their own identity, begin to believe that the brain products of their oppressors are one & the same with their own, failing completely to realize that they do not control their own brain computers nor their brain computers output. The slaves state is not to see nor reason why, but only to do or die. However the process of liberation is one wherein the oppressed begin to clearly distinguish their perceptions, logic, & thought processes from their oppressors’. The oppressed then begin to validate their perceptions & logic & thought processes, realizing fully that they can never free themselves with the thought processes & perceptions that were a part of the process of their enslavement.
-Dr. Frances Cress Welsing
The Isis Papers
There is a law, a universal law, that is the comprised of the forces of time and chemistry and desire. When all of those elemental forces are combined, they create a world-wind of desire and mind-numbing anticipation. It’s “The Wait” … it’s my overwhelming need to experience you completely, in your entirety. It has consumed me. My thoughts and fantasies are filled with the need to be with you, to feel you inside me, to become one with you. I know the day will come when I will be able to know you intimately but the anticipation is driving me insane. We have played this game long enough. Now is the time. Now is OUR time. Late at night, when I hear your deep and sensual voice on the phone, and your gentle moans let me know that you are aroused; it’s all I can do to contain myself. I want you; I need you.
I long to feel your mouth on every part of me. Descend upon me like the warm waters of the Nile River bathing the shores of ancient Egypt. Please, sweet Pharaoh, I’m begging you to take your time. My desire is to be covered with your sweet kisses as I feel your body press into mine. I need to feel your lips exploring every curve, every crevice of my caramel-colored frame with exacting and excruciating detail. That place on my collar bone that protrudes ever so slightly longs to know the feel of your tongue as if they were made to be together. Feast on my arms, my fingers, my back and neck with the patience of a skilled surgeon and the desperation of a man consumed with lust. I want you to tell me how it feels as you learn what makes me giggle and squirm with pleasure and delight, kissing your way gently down my body. I want you to smell my sweet, intimate fragrance like the rare and exotic flower it is. I want you to take your time caressing the softness of my inner thighs with your mouth, being near my glorious center but knowing it is truly your dessert and savoring every morsel of your meal before you delight in my delicious confections.
For years I have dreamed of the day when you would become mine. I don’t wish to possess you like an object but simply be allowed to share in the uniqueness you embody. I promise that if you play with my nipples until I am burning with passion, I will become insatiable and ravenous to your touch. I need you to spread my legs as I invite you to explore my erotic folds of femininity and tease my aroused clit gently and softly, ensuring that I whimper and plead for satisfaction and release. Feel the slippery wetness of my arousal for you, letting you know that I crave you inside me. Know that my juices will taste like the sweetest honey and wine, intoxicating you with my flavor and flowing freely.
Mostly, at night, when I’m in bed alone, I fantasize about that moment, that breath-taking sensation when you penetrate me and we become one. I have wanted that and waited for so long, for far too long. Now is our time. I want to give you all of me, not just my body but my heart, mind, and soul. I belong to you. I need you to make love to me. Penetrate me, slow and intentionally, deep and hard. I want to feel every hot, hard, throbbing inch of you inside me. I will wrap my legs around you and pull you closer as you breathe new life into me with my kisses. This is our time; we’ve waited long enough. I want to get lost in the pleasure of being your woman, being connected to you by the gift so few men have been given. I’m dripping with desire for you and I am wet and desperate and ready for our union, our reunion really, of our spirits connecting and our bodies colliding in unison and ecstasy.
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The Black woman is the most unprotected, unloved woman on earth…she is the only flower on earth…that grows unwatered.
I reblog this every time it crosses my dash. It reminds me of why I do what I do, and why I’ll always do it. Being strong is not a choice it’s just survival. A rose by any other name is still a Rose.