Mr
Gods I think I am going crazy … I keep hearing her voice in the wind “please
find me … rediscover my woman hood see my true femininity and let me tell you a
secret Cloud walker …deep inside behind the smiles and laughter’s I am lonely
and Mr God said we would be better as a “WE”... I have never had a man to
protect me so I pray when we do meet you do that for me … I am real I am flesh
I have feelings I exist… please don’t be misguided by my strength I am not
feminist, I hope when you find me in a confused world you can see through the
mist, and understand my lips strong hands to hold my hips and truth to lay the chips don’t forget god
created me for you from you ... I know you exist because your somewhere in
mind I prayed and Mr God heard me and before time with all our flaws he created
a jig saw piece a one of kind you.
I can’t wait to hear your voice and eargasm ,
make love and orgasm, touch and be quiet and soulgasm not the resurrection but
the rebirth the pure in sin the Eve and Adam. As a black man some people will
label you a thug but they’re not there for the late nights when I receive
forehead kisses and healing bear hugs early morning coffee in she is mine mug, hands that hold mine when
pray and we lift each other up. You
tolerate the fact i take up 80% of wardrobe and when we sleep the bed
(laughing), I understand as a black male when you walk into the world you have
to be hard but you walk through the door that false persona is shed you make it easy for me submit like the bible says and let you do
what you have to do as the head … you understand the power of words you say
that unsaid I love yous is like unused butter
and I assure you butter my bread .. thank you …” … I told you Mr God I
am hearing whispered in the wind am I going crazy
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