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I loved her
though she wasn't the cutest girl in the neighborhood
and couldn't afford to wear the latest threads
or place her delicate feet
inside the latest platforms
or shape her afro
into the perfect Angela Davis sphere...
I loved her
because when she slow dragged with me
I lost all of my insecurities
and inhibitions
for the length of the 45 playing on the turntable...
words lost their weight
while I held her tightly in rhythm
while her warm
even
breathing caressed the side of my neck
and her fingers were sinfully lost
in the deepest part of my afro...
when the three minutes were up
I would return to the end of the sofa
and wait patiently
while others took their turns
and lost themselves with her
in their own
warm moments in time...
