Thick Ma'dam
She is Black Girl Magic not made… but summoned rolled and molded out of the stars of the universe, where moons have laid their gravity upon her celestial body just to hold her… just to feel what it means to be pulled into something divine. And to touch her is an out-of-body experience. The kind you don’t rush. The kind you melt into. The kind you stay for. Where you just… cuddle into her essence, draw warmth from her like fire on a cold night, spend all day in the bed not just making love, but learning her language with your hands… your breath… your presence. Brown skin girl glowing soft like silk and shea butta, where the feeling of her lingers on your fingertips like a memory you don’t wash away. She is a high from heaven slow, sweet, and dangerously addictive. Intelligent and humble. Sweet… and Strong. Owning every inch of who she is with her back arched not in submission although she speaks it... but in confidence… her head held high, her crown sitting straight like it ...