in the beginning...

...i hate this part...there is an uneasy calm that I don’t trust my heart to embrace. I am full of passion, I want to hear your voice listen to your soul, touch your skin, smell your scent, taste your lips. I am turned on by your voice, the brilliance of your mind penetrates deeply, causing waves. Your eyes, I must gaze into them I want to walk by your side, hold your hand…black man I want to love you, nourish your soul, feed you when you’re hungry, quench your thirst, tickle your fancy, lift you up when you’re down. I crave you black man, to feel you on the inside of me…to wrap my legs around you, to pull you closer, tighter. The color I feel is red, passionate fiery, hot, too much…makes me feel sexy, in heat. I want to fuck you. I want to touch you, connect our minds crawl deep inside of yours I feel alive and energized. Your are my source black man your delicate and creative strength…you are very necessary