Lady Karangwa's Vagina

Tall, lean but curvy, and so beautiful,
So stressed, trying to balance the demands of career, motherhood and college life,
The Black woman par excellence, that’s her…

She’s always running,
Work, assignments, and the demands of motherhood,
She’s the Black superwoman that this world needs,
But who takes care of her ?

Someone should,
She’s certainly worthy of that,
To say the least.
And he wants to be that man.

The one who gives, rather than takes,
Stop that woman who’s always running,
Sit her down somewhere,
Away from the world’s eyes.

Look into her eyes.
Admire that fine body.
That pretty face.
Those fine lips.
Those thighs.
That ass.

Let the queen sit on her altar,
Spread those imperial legs,
Inhale her scent,
Kiss her sex,
Drink from her fountain.

Taste her.
Smell her.
Savor her taste.
Lick her down.
Please her.

Hold onto you.
With your mouth.
And don’t let go.
Until she tells you to…
Praise be to the goddess.

She leaves your lair,
With a smile on her face,
The face of a woman who’s been pleased.
Every woman should wear that smile.
Mission accomplished.