Journey to the Back of a Black Man's Mind
Waiting in Vain
I don't want to wait in vain for your love.
She is fine, damn fine. Unfortunately, she is off limits, the type of woman you can't touch. Players are allowed to play but you ain't allowed to violate any rules. The taboos are just too strong in our case. And you being the stalwart Christian that you are believes God would toss your ass in hell for banging a married man, like if God hasn't got enough to worry about.
I keep thinking you need a man or a woman or a woman or a man to taste and touch all those sweet spots on your body. I can't help thinking that you need a man or a woman or a woman or a man to kiss during these long nights of summer turning into fall turning into winter. I can't help thinking you need a man or a woman or a woman or a man to wiggle their hands up your creamy brown thighs and spank that golden brown ass of yours. I can't help thinking you need a man or a woman or a woman or a man to roll down those bright white stockings, your church stockings and play all in your wet spots.
I heard about the inside of your house. I hear it looks like a museum. The sofa has never known a stain. The carpet is always well combed and the walls have never seen the handprints of children. Your bed has never tasted the semen stains of a man and the sweet smells of another woman's cum has never touched your sheets. The Volvo is always well heeled with a tank of gas. There is never a hair or hemline out of place in your well organized life.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever had one of those days. Those days when you sexed all night and had to work in the morning. Or an early morning session when you sexed for an hour or two right before you had to do your hospital nurse stint. I wonder if you ever had raw nasty sex like Billy Holliday used to sing about, when she was crooning, "Aint nobodies business what I do." Or mad power pumping sex you know the type of sex that made James Brown go from a perm to an Afro and back to a perm again.
Jesus is your lover along with all those holy cats in the good book of Moses. Paul and Abraham. Do you include David and Solomon in that bunch? King David killed his boy Uriah and snatched his woman. Then there was Solomon, alias IceBerg Slim, Trick Baby, Mack Daddy pimping ass Solomon had over 700 women in the concubine. That's what they did in bible day's baby. When you kicked another's country's ass you snatched their women. Then you got the war booty silver gold and assorted valuable stuff and you go the booty booty some woman's ass. And my main man Solomon who describes himself as Black and Beautiful, a bad ass kicking much behind type of brother got lots of booty of both types.
We are exchanging pleasantries. You are inquiring about my wife and kids. I am expressing my appreciation for you helping me out during last week's fashion show. Another simple ass excuse of mines to see you again. I only see you in glimpses and glances. You always roll up on me when I'm out mowing lawns. And tonight the closeness of each other has frightened us out of our cum filled drawers.
I look at you in this twilight summer evening as a man or a woman should look at a beautiful woman. I want you. But am I simply another component in your well organized life. Lawn needs mowing you call Allen. But tonight your body is telling me differently. Theirs a hunger in your body that's begging to let go. You look dashingly sexy tonight. That green dress is hanging deliciously off your body. Every ounce of my body is craving for yours and sweat is pouring off my balls on this late twilight summer evening. I wish we could get past the ifs, ands, buts, and because of our relationship and be a man and a woman on this sex filled twilight evening where our bodies are begging for each other.
I don't want to wait in vain for your love
I don't want to wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna I don't wanna.......
I don't want to wait in vain. *Bob Marley*
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