For The Women Of My Generation.

Soul food

I'm not looking for a processed fast food woman
I want a woman that takes time like grandmas soul food loving
Not that 30 minute quick fix lusting rather that it took 24 years, 9 months, and 216953 hours just for God to make her for me in the oven
More than flavorful at sight I wanna taste the passion in her crust
And by the time I reach the core I want to feel a euphoric rush
That'll make me forget the taste of any woman I ever held lust & ever longed a touch for
I want her very aroma to come and knock down my doors and walls rather than simply knock and remained locked
I want to be more than hungry for her
Rather a glutinous endeavor when I taste her milky thighs
When we kiss and then draw back
I wanna feel the longing for connection in her eyes
That she appreciates my worth
For appreciating hers more than mine
I want our love to burn uncontrollably
As if the ozone dropped right out of the sky into a fiery furnace fueled off of gasoline and hickory maple
I want our love to be nailed down like Noah's ark rather than sweet words that have the strength of staples
That will falter the moment that a mighty storm comes.
I want this love to endure
To become a part of me like ligaments
That will be honest and passionate
Not boisterous and belligerent.
More than a earthly pleasure
One that my soul finds poetically divine
I want to find the woman God molded from my ribs
Live happily ever after married with kids
& never eat anything other than soul food again! -Vonsensei