Succulent Woman
by
Adrienne Wilder
I am ripe
Filled with sweet juices
My skin soft
and edible
I come in many colors
Sizes
Shapes
I dangle in the sun
Out on this limb
Waiting for you to pick me
Maybe you think you can not
Handle me?
Afraid I might make you
Satisfied?
When you are hungry enough
For a real woman
With hips
Thighs
And breasts
You'll take me to your lips
Bite down deep
Let my juices flow down you chin
Taste me on your tongue
And you won't be able to stop
Because I am a succulent
woman.
You'll take me to your lips
Bite down deep
Let my juices flow down you chin
Taste me on your tongue
And you won't be able to stop
Because I am a succulent woman. |
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Nubianesque
by
Joe aka BgBruthaNmbr1
You.
Elegantly evident,
creatively, excessively attractive.
You.
The queen known to be
both
bountiful and beautiful.
Men
for the lack of a way in which
to verbalize you call you
voluptuous.
I, dub you...Nubianesque.
For the river Nile
can be seen in the
shape of your eyes.
For the mothers, mother's,
and mother land is alive in
the spectrum Sepia of your
skin tone.
For the golden brilliance
of Ra, the Sun, so evident,
in the brightness of your smile.
For the intellect of Timbuktu,
shining, so forthright
through the windows of your
soul.
For the indulgent curves of
the land from Serengeti to
the hills of Kilimanjaro.
I see in you
the reflection
of my life, my future, my love.
Always there and constant as
potential energy. As bountious
as a lover's kisses.
My adoration is endless. So,
be ye ever wonderful my queen.
Always beautiful.
Always bright.
Forever Nubianesque. |
