Of course I cherish this memory. (SMILE)
I was a tiny thing barely five feet tall, counting it a privilege to be dancing with this black Adonis. Yes, I was on the premises of one of Fayetteville's finest "high yalla negro families". Their home was solid red brick, their yard manicured. No, you did not so much as "cuss" on those premises. We were also put out at eleven o'clock on the dot.
No, I was never invited upstairs. Was I too dark? Perhaps, but a home in Savoy Heights did not spell super quality. At least I was invited, I was satisfied.
I was a good girl. Yes, I kept myself up but, I caught my little hand sliding down the sway in his arched back. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I swooned, I was easily satisfied.
Earl's muscles were solid steel, his six pack rippled against my cheek (I was short).
To this day I enjoy climbing that tall mahogany tree in my memory. "Black is ugly." You a'lie!
Jesus told us to love one another, we don't. Some of us pretend to. Far too many of us miss out on true love trying to please the ravenous wolves of this world.
"Come ye out from among them."
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