through my hair
over my skin
down my back
inquisitive water droplets
unbound wind.
just us being our black selves
Ask me anything
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012
except your hands can’t get thru my hair because I’m allllllllllll natural.
whiteness crept it’s way into my daydream.
May 26, 2012
It’s storming outside.
I’m resting,
in my bed.
Imagining rain drops
as tear drops
of ecstasy.
And the breeze,
as your hands
thru my hair.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012
1996
May 26, 2012
The ratchet in here is undeniable.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012
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