If ever I go do under
I will get me some UGG boots
Deep brown as the skin on my cold feet
For these snowy spring days & chilly June nights
But even I know that those cozy brown boots pale in comparison
To your warm breath on my nape down to my spine straight through
To my once cold feet
Colors burst through them to me Rainbow in the wake of their toothy smiles Their love (of me) is perfectly peach and purple pink Spring in the brown of their soft eyes
The music of desire plays softly tonight Light rain fogging clear windows And I would do a dance to nature's low music Barry White accompanying with his baritone But alas I am a skinny girl with two left feet Perfectly stuck in my six inch heels (Shame it is for I am the only African girl I know who can't dance) So I release the strings of my pale red dress Perfectly worn like a second skin and Delicately held together by stitches of black lace (For I need a plan B for tonight's seduction) My petite frame swaying sensually to the beat In perfect time for our tongues to meet as soft lips part to whisper...
Shapely legs of summer rain walked slowly past the corridor of my icy heart soothing soft as satin silk on my smooth shaded skin my icy heart faded to null& roamed right into your 12o'clock arms of spring pretty pink petals dancing before my grey colored eyes your scented steps left a trail of scintillating rainbow
Thighs crossed in submission to this new power deep within Soft and sensual they remain Packing strength tone and confidence Deep within My humble opinion Where it matters most
Image courtesy of http://www.fanpop.com
How I would love to lie in your arms
Sipping fine aged wine
As you nibble on exotic and sweet fruits
Dark chocolate pieces all about
Your sultry voice whispering amusing seduction
Enchantingly into my heart
My spirits soaring
With the evening breeze
Your love, my laughter
Both echoing out loud
As our eyes full and alive
Heartily take in Rome’s beautiful architecture
Image courtesy of http://www.google.com
We must not overlook their humble beginnings….they are stepping stones to a life of fulfillment, passion, and purpose. We must therefore support our children however we can.
We must let them be who they are…giving them our blessings from their tender ages. Allow them to laugh heartily, play cheerfully…delight in life’s simple pleasures…the fluttering butterfly on a brightly sunny day…the falling leaf golden in its array on an autumn noon…the frost of winter in the dead of December…the brilliant rainbow carrying its pot of gold at the end of a rainy day…let their imaginations soar with wings like mighty eagles.
We must encourage, and inspire them….look also to them for inspiration, and motivation for children carry a spirit of innocence and persistence. We must show them the truth and help them along the way….be positive role models in our own homes…this very important job must not be left to TV, or any media outlet…too many people trying to get our children’s attention, we must help them see and know the truth.
Allow them to be children, expressing themselves however they see fit…let creativity rise in their loving hearts…colors in apple reds, sunny yellows, and ocean blues splashing across snowy white papers, as they make art and then some music with their tiny voices, squeaky echoes heard throughout the house…let them be children.
Celebrate every child, as each one carries potential, deserves praise, and support with heaping amounts of love…bless every child for they are our hope…boost their confidence…and let them know strength…truth…and moral character.
Let them read…seek…know…write…play…dance…sing…draw…paint…love…and express themselves however they see fit…more importantly let them be free…let them be kids…let them be…
For the business of being a child is an important one, you see…it is the foundation for a bright and hopeful future. It must never be manipulated or taken for granted.
*Specially dedicated to every wonderful child in my life…and the wonderful ones in yours*
