As old as I am, I’ve seen shit change.

The weight of gravity has caused shifts in some places.

I’ve learned great lessons – when to and when not to ask personal questions.

I’ve grown wiser seeing through mothering eyes.

I make no excuses for this body has serviced its purpose and many uses.

But    at    this    time    I     need    to    make    it      clear 

You will not take my sexy away.

My sexy is in PINK POUTED LIPS, tasty strawberry flavor.

Scrumptious and yummy lips to lips locking in a kiss.  As the tongue kisses smothering lips fulfilling promises of juicy kisses. Making erotic peep show dreams come true. Frenched with a dangerously twisted tongue employing to go exploring on a lip licking exploration for a strawberry taste!

Fingers twisting in locs of hair, panting with anticipation.

Back arching Heart banging Ears singing Eye lids butterfly flit succumbing to a lip sucking lover.

Diving double tongue flip belly flop releasing a rushing wave of exotic pleasure at the apex of clinched thighs.

Heightening the sensation a delicate string of kisses draped at the neck. Sweet mousy ear lobe nibbling as I listen to enraptured sighs and on the brink of release pleading cries.

My tongue ducks for cover BIG BOOBY doubled D’s nippled to put an eye out!

As the tongue circles and circles. Circles no beginning or end of the pleasure sending quivers and quakes UP and DOWN the spine.

A quick tongue switch downward to other neglected and throbbing places.

As our hips video vixen twist, cherry poppin, baby makin, late night first date grind.

A low whisper escapes your lips, "Honey, sweet as wine Baby, I want to make you mine."

I chuckle at the sound of your old school line.

Now back to my sexy.

As I pay oral favor through parted lips I take small air sips drinking down a salty sweet treat my throat runs Mississippi deep, quenching a drought spell dry.

As we recline in a long languishing embrace lips bruised from kissie face. Tasting of strawberry flavor. Eyes smiling minds drifting in and out as if on a ganja high.

I release a satisfied sigh -..  In honor of my sexy.

FIRE is at a place were we are at a stand still. Our goal to tell our stories is in its final stage. This is were we are stuck and stagnant. I know this a feared step to put yourself ont there wide open. We have to complete to project due to our deadline. I will work on the cover muself because no one else has stepped up. If we can just transfer our words from disk to pages of uoe book we're fine.

misery ; to feel miserable.

Time for change

As the seasons change so should we

Growth and progress should be everyone's mission

Make an effort to slow down take a look, notice the natural changes around you

Speak to your inner self whisper quietly to your soul howl with your lustful nature pray on your spirit laugh at your own jokes sing in your aura's colors cry not a wastful tear kiss in the moon lit night make love on a beam of sunlight fuck during a thunderstorm run wild as a child free to be loved loved loved.

Peace.

Last night I went to a gathering of sista's. The theme was save our sisters save ourselves it was wonderful. The Affinity group put together a space that was safe and inviting. I felt welcomed the moment I walked in. The first face I saw was Enina jay if you don't know of her she's an outspoken wordsmith. I met her at a take back the night event earlier this year. Her words were so powerful that I felt them as if I were in the moment going through the emotions she spoke about. The night started with a panel of women involved in ending violence in the Black community. I was most impressed by the 2 youth panelist. I am inspired by young people because they are our future. They impressed me with their honest and candid view. They spoke about the way that they have had to developed survival skills. This is not some war torn third world country, this is the southside of Chicago. This is the type of shit that makes me the mad black mother at teacher's meetings when techniques like LOCK DOWN are used in a middle school. When grown ass men stare at my daughter's chest in public in front of me I become that crazy black bitch. I want the shit, to stop I want better, so I'll stay that mad momma or crazy bitch until it stops. But enough about me last night had me on a natural high. Everyone was sharing ideas and networking, educating each other great great great stuff. The performances off the chain - dancers, poets. The best was this group of musicians and a mother, daughter, father trio. The panties on trial was my favorite. It's about how as a rape victim you and your panties are on trial.The daughter is a star and will be someone who will make people sit up and take notice. If I havn't made it clear yet I'm impressed by my sistas and their achievements.

                                Always Angee