Celebrate our birth, without us
life is one dimensional
Enjoy the touch of our soft hands
as we soothe your tense muscles
Inhale the intoxicating woman
scent of our sexuality
Sepia, pecan, cinnamon, ebony
hues on butter soft skin
Watch us melt
Witness the strength of our ancestors
as we fight our demons
Brandy colored eyes shining with laughter,
touch your heart; You’re drowning
in a murky pool
Love our quick wit and decisiveness,
our total mental capability
Marvel at the grace and style with
which we walk in and out
of your life.
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Our soft hands! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.