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 knows exactly where it belongs.
Ma’dam is auspicious
aligned, chosen
for she is a KUEEN.
And the Thick Ma’dam…
she loves from the deepest corners of her soul
the places most people are too afraid to go.
She reaches in,
lifts her KING up
out, over, from under the weight of the world,
presses life back into his chest,
breathes spirit into his lungs,
pours love into his heart
until it remembers how to beat again…
Because he knows her love…
is not common.
It is not casual.
It is sacred.
Her stomach
soft…
like clouds that were meant to be rested on,
a place where tension dissolves,
where hands don’t wander
they appreciate.
And when love rains
it doesn’t fall…
it pours.
Slow…
intentional…
wrapping around him
like a storm he never wants to escape.
From her thick thighs
that hold stories…
to her hips that move
like they remember ancient rhythms…
to her lips
soft, full,
speaking both comfort and temptation
without saying a word…
Her body...
a big-boned symphony of presence and power,
accompanied by locs of the ancestors
each strand carrying legacy,
each coil holding memory,
grounding her wild spirit
without ever dimming it.
And her honey…
her honey doesn’t rush
it waits slowly, pouring.
It builds.
It responds.
Pouring…
slow…
sweet…
overflowing at the slightest intention
not just touch…
but energy.
Like magic.
Like something felt before it’s understood.
She takes him there
to that space…
where time loosens its grip,
where bodies speak in quiet tones,
where release isn’t just physical
it’s spiritual…
where euphoria doesn’t end
when the moment does…
it lingers
in breath,
in skin,
in memory.
And there is no returning from it…
because her love
is a special one.
The Thick Ma’dam is not perfect
she is designed.
A Goddess of beautiful imperfections,
an Empress not just of his kingdom
but of herself first.
A feminine deity
wrapped in flesh and feeling.
She is contradiction
soft and unshakable,
gentle and unmovable,
fire and calm…
exactly right
for her purpose.
The epitome of a rare jewel
unreplicated,
unmatched,
unmistakable.
So if you ever…
find yourself
in the presence of a woman like this
Don’t fumble it.
Don’t rush it.
Don’t take it lightly.
Consider her for the keeping
for moments like her
don’t repeat themselves on command.
And understand
The Thick Ma’dam…
is a rare treasure
never…
to become
another man’s trash.
©2020
N'game'
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