Sensuous Black Woman

I’m a sensuous black woman
Soft, so soft, you’ll need to lightly touch me with the tips of
Your fingers
Caress my pliant body with your feathery touch

I’m velvety, I’m satiny
Like the night I wrapped myself around you unseen
Highly and eagerly awaiting the breakdown of your emotions
Waiting for you with total abandon

I’m sensuous to my surroundings
I love the familiar mixture of aromas in my life
Nature, food, sex
I love the beat and hip-swinging rhythm of our music

I accept the bitter reflections of the past that
Makes me look with anticipation and hope to the future

I love you when you are hard and demanding
When you’re being who you are- a man!
I love you when you’re soft, caring and understanding to my needs

I am attuned to your sensuality
‘Cos’ like the night I wrapped myself
around you unseen
I’m a soft sensual black woman
Very aware and appreciative of whom I am!

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‘copied’ or used in any other way, shape or form without my expressed or written permission!!)

Magical Dance

Hi Everyone,
I’ve decided to post a poem I wrote a really long time ago when I had just fancied myself a poet. Kinda corny now but I love it and wanted to share it with you all. Read and enjoy and be kind.



Eyes that are dark and cloudy with desire
Nostrils flaring with anticipation


Lips, lush and full
Full of promises, promises of searing kisses
That burnt the top of my eyelashes
And quiet my beating pulses
Set my breasts on fire-makes me shudder
Shudder with excitement and wanting
Searing lips

Fingers that explore all the crevices of
Private places
Fingers that danced to their own rhythm
On my black skin
Fingers that knew no boundaries

Legs, strong and sturdy
Hips, rhythm-swinging hips
Legs and hips that are formed
With expert definition and style
Legs and hips that fits perfectly!
Magnificently! In mine

I want to dance and need to dance with
You now, most urgently
With your dark and cloudy eyes
Flaring nostrils, lush lips and burning kisses
Exploring fingers, dancing fingers, sturdy black
Legs, rhythm-swinging hips

I want to dance to the rhythm as old as father time
I want to dance hard and fast
I want to sweat; I want to dance until I tire with exhaustion

I want to slow waltz to gentle breezes and babbling brooks
I want to slow waltz to your easy breathing and the security of you love

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