Black Poetry : My Satisfaction

wendy rhodes

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My satisfaction was his satisfaction
He told me once "when I get through with you, ain't no other Man gone be able to satisfy you, 'cause I'm gone spoil you rotten"
That I've never forgotten
He knew what I wanted and when I wanted it
He knew I'd never tell him
'Cause I was afraid, embarrassed, timid
But he knew
He'd just take me and have me the way that I wanted him to
He was not afraid, inhibited, nothin' was tabu
His huge black hands
That's what I loved about this man
Hills and Hills of rolling black muscles
His broad black shoulders
*** and thighs so very, very tight
Standing six four, he covered every inch of me just like the night
His words, his lips, his kisses all took my breath in sheer delight
It was always a beautiful flight
My satisfaction was his satisfaction
The time we shared was private and temporary
I knew he had a steady, I couldn't help it
I had to help myself
What became a want, rapidly became a need
He filled my every fantasy, unbeknowst to me
I was so naive
****' where he at 'cause I ain't never forgot it
This is not about being in love, only he could make me relax
More aware of my sexuality
I now know the reality of me
My satisfaction was his satisfaction








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