I miss, really miss,
being in the deep abyss
of a brown woman’s thighs.
In between the tide
of today, tomorrow and time
where I have felt most refined,
divine.
I can remember feeling
the motion of her inner Ocean.
I can recall being wrapped
in her arms safe.
Looking into the mocha pupils
on her face finding forever.
I miss, really miss
being in the deep abyss
of a brown woman’s thighs
giving rise to a revolution
of the Lion in me.
She, tenderly rubs the pain away.
She understands.
She knows she heals man.
In those thighs I fight with strength
stress, long days, aches, pains,
the World inhumane.
Loving the scent and softness
of her brown skin.
Loving the Heaven I am in.
Christopher Donshale Sims
08/18/2006
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