Soul Screams

Can we dance to this song?
You and I
Just us two
No clothes
No lights
Me in a bra and panties that don't match
You in your underroos...

I'll hum in your ear
The tune to this jam
While we step
One
Two
Closer than close
Feeling rhythmic taps on my back
From your hands

You hold a little tighter
My knees a little weaker
We hear the singer holding that note
And you swear you hear screaming
No worries, babe
This song causes screams from down deep
I call 'em soul screams

"I never felt this way before."
Haven't slowed danced in a while
Years
Nobody slow grinds anymore
But us
We're grooving
And I don't want to be anywhere
Nowhere but here

Hands

It's dark in this room. My hair still needs to be braided. Dinner is starting to wear off. All I wants are hands.

I want hands to braid this hair. I want hands to make a nighttime snack. I need hands to touch. All day, almost everyday I am touching others. Giving away energy. Taking energy. And most nights when I get back to my cozy apartment I just want hands there waiting. Excited to hug me. Excited to help me out of work clothes. Ready to touch the day away. Willing to soothe sore muscles from gym workouts. I sure could use some hands right now.

Hands that grab and play. Hands that know the right amount of pressure when giving ME a massage. I'm always holding others. Caressing others. I love to touch but more than that, I love to be touched. I need it like oxygen. It'd be easy to call, send a text, an email and have hands come over. And sometimes I am tempted to ask for any ol' hands to be my hands for the evening. Why can't I? I just want hands. Hands that do it all while I lay still, breathing...like the corpse position in yoga. Not moving. Not thinking. Just receiving touches. Damn me for wanting deeper connections.

I need some hands. My hands can only do so much. The feeling of being able to lay vulnerable and still while being touched is ...freeing. It doesn't have to be sexual, sometimes I'd prefer it not be. All I want are strong, secure hands...no strings, no "okay, my turn", no talking even.

Nights like this are long. Without hands, the second slowly inch by. Damn, I need some hands.

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Two Souls

"Sex is the coming together of two souls in union."

If both souls are equal and on the same wavelength, sex can be divine.  If one soul is vibrating lower than the other, sex can be depleting.  You are joining you soul, your spirit with another.  If you are focusing on just slamming genitalia then you are missing out.

Black Men Are Beautiful

Dear God, please let the next man I love have some hair that **I** can pull.  I know what we talked about but I'm just saying.  I know you got me.

Amen...

This is for the brothas with hair.

When I first moved here, to Dallas, I saw a fine @$$ man with his fro pulled back riding a horse. (It's TX and they do that mess here.  Just be all in the street and what not.)  I almost got into an accident, I was looking so hard. 

 

Maxwell, yes.

Men with natural hair make some of us sistas do this (look up).  Have mercy!

Jesse, can I play in your hair while you sing Amorous to me?

But if he has no or little hair and a full beard... *romantic sigh* Yasin (fma Mos Def) can we sing Umi Says together while I run my fingers through that beard?  Bearded & Black, oh yes!

Somebody find this brotha and if he is single, send him to ME. Fit for a goddess is he.  

That's all folks.  I was just having a moment.

Love...

February brings one of the most popular holidays, Valentine's Day.  To a single woman, especially a newly single woman, this can be frightening.  Don't let it be scary!

I've already made plans for Valentine's Day and am hoping to do something with friends the week of.

I LOVE LOVE.  Get it?  I love having somebody to snuggle and coo over and love.  And I do.  Right now (and forever) that person is ME.  I have to get back to doing what makes me smile in my heart.  All the things I love about being in love I can share and experience with myself.  And when that brother comes along, I can share with him.

I love Black love.

I do love love, though. Black love, especially, is amazing!  There's just something that moves the spirit seeing two Black people in love and growing.  While I can't wait to experience that special love again, in fact, I'm looking forward to it, I know somebody more important needs special attention.

So whether you have somebody special or not, I want you to first know that YOU are that somebody special.  Then I want you to do something special for yourself this Valentine's Day.  Plan something awesome for your loved one(s) and take care of numero uno.  This is just a personal thought that had to come out.

Peace & Love.

P.S. I CAN'T WAIT!!! *giggles*

Brown Skin Foodie...is Alive!!!

See... (imagine me two inches from your face, fresh breath of course, whispering like I'm talking about a government conspiracy) I have these visions.  I'm doing restaurant reviews, cooking, and listening to music... maybe through some art in there and all is right with the world.  

Food Network is taking too long!!!  Taking too long discovering me and giving me my own show! I may not have all of the culinary prowess of Julia Child or Bobby Flay but I have a passion for good @$$ food!!!  That's enough, right?!  YES, IT IS!

My baby is being born next week with its first restaurant review.  I have so many ideas!  Maybe I can have viewer participation by occasionally choosing a restaurant to review for me.  I live in Dallas so all restaurants will be in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area.  Yes, I will drive to Ft. Worth.  I love downtown FW... it's so clean. *shrug* 

So be patient with me and hopefully my love for food will help you grow yours or try something new.

BROWN SKIN FOODIETM IS ALIVE!!!