by Felicia AnnI almost gave up in this game.
thinking I couldn't find any betta'
rather than settle for less, I'm
changing who I sit on the bench
with. a thick dimepiece, a woman
of sable essence with the softest touch.
her sensual scent against my face. my
curves grinding against yours, i feel
them as you grab ahold of my thong
wanting more of me on the dancefloor.
the spark of your lips last Friday has
warmed each of my now lonely nights.
i can hope and pray that your memory
fresh in my head will be real in my bed.
But only after i have cleared my head of
the drama, bullshit, labels, stereotypes.
I am woman, can be free to love a
woman, a sexy free spirit, the chocolate
diva, just like me.
