A PanAfricanist Queer Womanist Collective
Engulfed in its massive seas of beauty
Buried in the red earth you see as dirt
Surrounded by green leaves that fall dry on ground filled with
Drowning in its vast sunny skies sometimes carrying angry storms.
But of all things in the world, I’m a lover of the WOMAN.
Do not act surprised I’m sure you too have been collected, her victim.
Taken by her breathtaking beauty
Made weak by her persuasive power, you’re ready to bring the world to her feet.
Forgetting all your lacking, you would walk on nails to meet her
needs, quench her thirst.
I’m caught by the intensity of this being.
Moving mountains is no task, hell I’d find her tear in the ocean if it
would please her.
The warmth in her smile forms deep dimples in her cheeks makes my
heart beat wildly, she stirs a fire inside my chest.
Her flawless skin as if dipped in gold, free of the constriction of
clothes sends streaks of excitement straight down my gut into my
The sweet odor on her moist neck says she’s been places,an appetite
for my burning desires.
I come undone at her full blown lips, rosy as if yelling desire.
I try but i can’t quite resist tracing lines forming the curve on her
back to firm thighs,causing me to ache with wanting.
The soft contours on her chest often make me wish I’d tuck my head
in-between make it my home.
And when she speaks man,her soft voice boils blood in veins like
flowing lava i could burst open.
Her touch,comforting yet teasing could start a war at the meeting of my thighs.