ode to black women...

for the homophobic faint at heart, please stop reading here...

you can call me a lesbian...

i thought i'd preface this blog entry by letting this be known up front.

maybe you're not hearing me...i love black women...

from head to toes (and everything in between...), i have a passion for women that is appreciated and most definitely worshipped.

there's nothing finer than her bare body draped across my bed, where her round accoutrements are calling out for my caress, her nakedness making me ache for her softness on top of mine, complementing each other like twin souls.

yes, that's truly God's greatest work of art.

especially the black woman.

there's nothing like her.

from her full, luscious lips to the swell of her voluminous hips...

from the place on her neck that makes her hot to the center of her spot that only i can make talk....

from the simple touch of her hand in mine to a delicate kiss that reminds me i'm kissing a woman...

that's why i fall in love with black women...