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On this home page, we'll introduce to us and what we do this site is for people who want to hook up, we are just getting stared, need members soon there will be a party thorwn, this site is free to all there will be profiles for all to see send photos to
ebony_licker1@yahoo.com ( New update as of JUNE 12TH there will be a party in july , in orlando fl email me for the deatails and hotel info, fill free to logg into chat iam always there there will be a meet and greet for the males and females soon
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Locked in the hot sweat of a rocking arm, love, you lay,
Rocked in the hard, hot play of a scented tuft,
Straining hard in the ruff of your curling hair,
Pulling your loose curls from your ruffled mane,
Love, we were one and the dirty sheet enclosed us there,
Hot on a hard, hair bed in the covenant of spring,
That smelled of April and spoke to us of May.
There in the smell of perfumed sweat we lay
Till we were rocked by sleep away, and came
Later to life, surprised to be so cool
Lying in April with summer so far away?
Eyeing the last cool flicker of the day.
II
Blue eyes in a long frown and the red
Slash of a mouth, cheeks hard, high,
The sly arrogance of a fine line and a fine
Tight waist, you speak to me, leaning
Forward in excitement, a bit unedged perhaps,
A bit aware of the unedged leaning, you
Know what you say in unaware spurts of your
Black intensity and what you do.
Love done, you lean back on the pillow, now
Side seeing the blue light on the squared ceiling,
Unaware the meaning of the sight, seeing
Sideways the block of a chilled room in dead
Winter. Hot in the white sheet, cooling
Hands on the sheet edge, the rumpled
Waist resting in a momentary
Pause from hot desire.
You love......not me, but the hot impulse
0f a rush thrust in the white light shining,
And I know, I know what the strong desire
Says to the lean waist, but I know reclining
On a cooler pillow of long years of such gaming,
Hot as you now, but the aim of the long years
Tells me to watch closely with a kind smile smiling.
III
The dark moon rushes from a cloud, breathes
Black fire over the shadows of the trees,
Which falling in rippled shadows on the
Black earth, stand reeling there
With their agonizing arms paralyzed in air,
While in the warm grass sunk in spikes of uncut hay
I sleep as you reach a warm mouth on my waking eyes.
