Heaven (Black Women)

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romance

I found heaven beneath your feet, nirvana in your aura and passion in your every syllable. I can feel your fingers intertwine with mine everytime I find your fine divine self running circles through my mind. Twirl around for me, my... my queen, my Ethiopian Empress, my Goddess, the seed to the sturdy oak tree that manifested itself into earth. You truly are my evey and only thing, without a queen what is a king? Your flavor so sweet, your flavor seasoned so fresh like fresh dafidils in spring season, I am sprung. Time stops for no man but for a Black woman time moves on demand and I am patient. I have been all yours for milleniums and I will wait a millenium or two or three if need be for your ocean floor deep ebony eyes to pierce my shining soul, set a blaze of white hot shivers down my burdened spine. Oh brown sugar take it slow like dripping honey, your cinnamon spice and your chocolate flow oh you are so Goddess dam fine. Take a deep breath baby, feel that relieving exhale when I sip your nectar and caress your rose pedals with my tongue. Your flower garden is so nutritous and I can be the sun that reaches out at you with hot rays while I touch you softly and grip you tight. Let me taste your skin. That beauitful sun kissed skin, you truly are a mastepiece. See I don't just want your gifts, I need them. I need your comfort, your feminine power, your heroic tendency, tenderness and sensuality, your eruptive sexuality. You need to inject my body with your nails and leave your mark while you run your fingers down my back. Yes. Yes. YES. Just like that. When you blow the wind it scatters my thoughts, your rain pours from your pores and the secrtion from your garden drowns me in erotic potions. Thunderstruck by your love, so intense and consistent, persistent and I am a victim of your crime. You, embezzled my heart. You seduced my soul with your curvacoues equipment and your bold presence. I lost my mind but found heaven beneath your feet, nirvana in your aura and passion in your every syllable. Intimate connection between God and Goddess, like Eve and Adam, we ain't wearin' a dam thing but the smiles we gave eachother.