1 Southern Souls

Southern souls

Making heat

Twanging out blues with our bodies

Your accent is almost like mine

Dripping honey and candied molasses

Down my throat

Covering my thighs

And your hands know the struggles my soul has seen

You breathe

You taste

You look

Just like me

Black man

If you could

Please

Hand me the water

With the ice cubes

Melting and dripping down the side

Of the glass

This sweat is making me

Stick

To the sheets

Cotton makes me

Itch

When I'm wet

And spent

This isn't about control

We are both submissive

To those inate desires

Black man

Would you

Tell me if anyone else

Knows about what you do

Tell me

It's you

For me only

When you strip down

Naked

Like the day you were born

That

Your shadows and shade will protect

That

Your hips will hold nothing back

Does it hurt

To contain yourself

As I unbutton

This dress

Slipping down

Bare and defenseless

Nothing separating you

From me

With these candles burning

Cinnamon

Dimly

Black man

Can you see me?

The fragrance

Is supposed to be sweet

But heat

Turns it from meek

To succulent

And a bit bitter

But you

When you're done

I'll slide down

And inhale

And sip like i'm thristy

Devour

Like I'm hungry