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Saturday, October 11, 2008

My Addiction (I Luv Black Men)

Hair black like coal with waves deep as the ocean,
I swim there.
Skin dark as midnight and shadows,
I lurk there.
Teeth white like ivory, encased by full lip pillows beautiful and brown,
I taste there.
Neck strong like tree trunks leading down to its roots, the broadest shoulders and rock hard chest,
I lay there.
All of his limbs are cut with hilly mounds of masculinity that hold me so gentle,
yet tight.
His body is home but I live in his lap
and he in mine where the ultimate passion takes place,
An exchange from me to him.
At climax I know why I am here and why this is home.
My Addiction