she was black tall and graceful

she was black tall and graceful

one night in the window to my soul
she walked by my heart she stole

i climbed through the dark into the light of her redy room
my heart linked to the size of her style
of this i could not lie

she took me into her dungion
my cloths fell to the floor under her careful hands
on my cock she placed her hands
her shoulders i rubbed with my hands
massaging away her troubled day

with her lips she caressed my chest she did her best
folding over me she pressed her lips to my one eyed head
her lips stroking on the rubber with a skill of the true lover

my finger tips found her inner thigh
the softness of her wetness folding round my fingers as i pulled them in
at the dark centre of her core my finger tips worded a score
a music with a finger tip

her lips working at my core my rod shining to her lips i'm sure
of her work the given law
of my heart the ice did thor

*****

she lay her arms round my shoulders
her thumbs climbing wonders
pressing her sex to mine - a kiss of essence
a kiss that was mine

her dark tits i did lay to my lips
my arms caressing her body and bum
oh my god how she moved her hips
her body a light caress on mine
light and sensual - her booty smacking her bottom as she moved

her movements intense - they met mine
her hips smacking mine like dirty thunder
my hands in her armpits and my hips moving to hers
my breath was shallow - her face a mask of sweaty fire
she tired in my arms - lips like flakes of snow to mine..

sensually she climbed my peak
her booty in my hands firmly pressed
working her hips to mine
her tits to my hands - then her lips my shoulder she bit

her eyes afire - shaking her hips
she came - my shoulders hard muscle between her bitten lips
a flood of warmth - a succulent moisture
in that moment my eyes closed as i came
for her fire i could not shame

*love in the fast lane*

*******

she made me feel kinder towards people

to love them more

the next day i came to town and i gathered flowers

and put them under my button

as i did so an older black lady passed by (the goddess)

she actually waved and said hi (i was too busy gathering flowers)

That's quite impressive! I was just curious. Someone told me that I am one of these god-men, so to speak. I can't really prove or disprove it.

but i felt her as the presence of a goddess of the islands (Barbados and the like)

she said nothing else , just showed her approval

and that’s all you get most times , or a bit of advice

but the miracles are small - just a hidden subtle importance

for a miracle can be small

and subtle

but is always important