My African Attire

by Momma-D

It was the first time ever with the man I thought I knew
a new introduction between us two.

I wrapped my head and my body too
in African cloth from the Homeland that I purchase brand new.

The overture to a profound technique
as he removed the cloth—that I wrapped so neat.

The maneuver, the tactics, his sexy ploy
as he touched me gingerly like a delicate toy.

My heart was pounding as I closed my eyes
as he unwrapped my head-wrap and to my surprise
he kissed my bare head down to my thighs.

What a Revelation, the explosion deep down inside
the feeling that I experienced brought tears to my eyes.

He held me tight and I could hear our two hearts beat
as we continued our dance between the sheets…

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