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Similar belief systems are a key ingredient to building a strong, healthy relationship.  I’ve heard many people say that they want a partner who shares the same social interests as them but they don’t care what their philosophical, or political, or spiritual beliefs are.  That is a recipe for a shaky relationship at best.  It would be great if you and your partner liked the same music and movies and you both liked to bowl.  Those things are entertainment and it would be great to share those things with your partner.  If, however, you are looking to build a healthy relationship with you partner, those things are icing on the cake and not the key ingredients to building a relationship.  If you are a radical libertarian and you get involved with someone who thinks Bush is the best president since Reagan (which is saying a whole helluva lot) then you are going to be setting up arguments in your relationship about your core beliefs.  If you like skating and your partner likes chess but you both are staunch Green Party, Pro-Choice, Anti-war, vegetarian, Hassidic Jews then you can go out skating, your partner can go out and play chess and when you come home you’ll be share your thoughts and feelings over a plate of curry lentils and plan out a strategy to hug a tree and rally for legislation to bring our soldiers home.  Those are the things that will make the community better and building a strong community starts with building a strong family unit first.  If you like 50cent and your partner like Cold Play, you can set times to listen to your music and his or her music that doesn’t piss both of you off.  If you believe in your heart that a gay couple has a right to adopt and your partner does not, you are going to go to bed pissed off and mad many, many night.  

Compromise is a huge keyword for relationships.  People seem to confuse compromising with your partner and compromising your standards.  If you have done your homework and you are really interested in building a strong relationship, you’ve already decided what you need to emotionally fulfill you.  With that list in hand, you need to compare every person you meet to that list and decided which things are must haves, which things are “nice to haves.”  On your emotional list, you must be rigid in the selection of your partner because if you compromise on what you need, you’ll end up unhappy and miserable and you’ll end up sabotaging your relationship by trying to make your partner feel as unhappy as you are.  Now, there’s another list of things that you want in your partner, the physical things.  You want a partner that is a certain height, weight, complexion, hair length, etc.  Other than hygiene, treat everything on that list with a grain of salt.  “Oh, but I know what I like and I can’t change what turns me on.”  That’s great.  Mature adults in healthy relationships, however, can see far beyond the outside of the package.  Make your priority the qualities of the heart you are looking for and not the 38DDDs or the 10-inch dick.  Compromise inside of a relationship is essential.  Once you’ve found the person that has looked at their own issues, that is committed to being honest, and putting your feelings ahead of theirs, that is interested in communicating without yelling and has the same passions as you, THEN and only then can you compromise on what movie to go to Friday, whose parents you are going to for the holidays, and what to name the children.  In order to get the sort of person that is worthy of that sort of compromise, you must BE that sort of person first.  All too often, we say, “Oh, I’ll change when I meet the person that is worth it.”  Sadly, you have to change who you are first and then you’ll attract the sort of people that will be worth it.  

Don’t believe that line that Black women can’t raise their sons to be men, that it takes a man to raise a boy to a man.  Black women are more than capable of raising boys to be men, they just don’t. It doesn’t take a penis to teach responsibility, accountability, integrity, and honesty. Black women simply don’t choose to instill those things in their sons. They don’t even know how to do it. Unfortunately, I think Black men are even less equipped to teach those lessons because no one ever taught them when they were children. 

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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
afroerotik:


Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

afroerotik:

Sucking your Dick

 

Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip. 

 

Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder. 

 

I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second. 

 

You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
afroerotik:

Eat my pussy
 
 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.”  
 
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”

afroerotik:

Eat my pussy

 

 “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like.  I’ll walk you through it step by step.  Just watch me.  Watch me pleasure myself.  I like it when you rub my clit … just … like … this.  Ooooh! Oh yes.  Mmmmmm. That’s it baby.  Here.  Tease me a little.  Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday.  Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between.  Take your time.  When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder.  Yeah, tongue my clit.  Now, use your fingers.  First one, lick me harder still.  Then two, suck it now.  Oh Yes, that’s it.” 

 

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?  Do you want to taste my love?  You want my juices running down your throat don’t you?  I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible.  Well then, push me past my boundaries.  Turn me around.  I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind.  If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”

afroerotik:


Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
afroerotik:


Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 

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Midnight Tango

 

It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking. 

 

“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.

 

We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression. 

 

Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 

Fellas.  Remember the sister that you used for pussy, the one who loved you, who you didn’t love back… .  How many women have you used for sex in your life?  Don’t answer just think about it and multiply that times all the other “men” out there that only use women for sex or cheat on their girlfriends and wives.  Instead of saying, “I really hurt her, that’s fucked up” you say, “women are just as bad a men these day, hell, I’m just getting mine.”  You say, “I told her that I didn’t want to get involved, it’s not my fault she didn’t listen.”  Those are excuses for boys.  How many good women have you turned your nose up at only because they didn’t look like video ho’s, you pursue the light skin, long hair, high maintenance woman and then bitch that women only want thugs and bad boys and sugar daddies.  You complain that you can’t find a woman to love you for you, yet you’ve never once opened up to a woman, you only seek to get what you can get from them without having to sacrifice one thing yourself.  If you are guilty of treating women like shit then you can expect to reap what you sow.  Until you can stand up and be a man and say, “no more” you will get the same shit results, be trapped in the same dead end behaviors. 

A man has integrity

 A man is admits when he’s wrong,

A man doesn’t lie or use women,

A man accepts responsibility for his actions,

A man is sensitive to others needs and feelings,

A man figures our why he behaves so shitty and seeks to grow, evolve and mature.

That is a real man

If I were to repeat the rhetoric of the chest-thumping masses of Black men, their biggest challenges would be not being able to find a good black woman, too many gold-digging Black women, women not being supportive, being pulled over by the police unjustly, and not being able to be the head of the household like a man should be.  Those are the empty frustrations of men seeking validation for their dysfunction.  The biggest challenge of us as black people is to get Black men to see that their perspective is flawed and that their penis doesn’t give them the right to come and go as they please without respect or regard for anyone else other than their own selfish desires. 

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