Caramel

Tell me, do my caramel thighs speak to you?

What do they say in response to your vulgarity?

Does the roundness of each curve trigger an impulse that you can’t control?

Does your blood become warm when you the cup the fullness of my breast?

Are those animalistic traits beginning to show?

As a man how does it feel to know that in comparison to these caramel thighs you are small?

You are nothing, but you continue to indulge in the wine made from the fruit harvested by the sins of eve.

With each movement you drown in my blessed nectar not noticing my hatred for what you have become.

Have I ever told you that that in comparison to these caramel thighs this is you at your best.

Is it me that is animalistic because I see you as my prey.

When I tried to save you from society you consumed the ideas that were made to pacify you.

As a black man you have convinced yourself to see your rib as less than.

You have given me the ability to wrap you my caramel thighs around you and destroy you.

There are few who notice my soul before they set their sights on my caramel thighs.

Who you judge is my equal.

That woman w/ ebony skin and wide hips.

The soft natured beauty that society has labeled as brazen.