The Admiration of Lovers

I am Black

What do you see when you see me?  Do you see responsibility and dignity encoded in my DNA?  Do you see generations of survival and struggle in my skin?  Open your eyes, your mind, your heart and see that I am Black.  I’m a black man with the burdens, trials, and tribulations that come along with that honor.  Don’t look at my color to see my blackness, that the sun has graced me with its kisses.  See my blackness and my manhood as intricately intertwined and divinely gifted, see my blackness as my nature and my demeanor, not the way society has narrowly defined me.  

The realization of my true place as a black man did not come until I let go of my insecurities and fears, my false beliefs that kept me separated from my other half.  My soul was incomplete without the presence of you, my queen.  You waited patiently for me to grow and mature, you waited for me to wear the crown that had my name inscribed on it so that we could reign together.  Now that I have found you, I will not forsake your love.  My thoughts are filled with ways I can bring a smile to your lips, those sweet and seductive lips that make my knees weak and my palms sweaty when you gently touch my cheek . . . my brow.  I am filled with the need to give you pleasure like you’ve never known before, to bring you satisfaction until you pass out from sensory overload.  Laying your head on my chest, finding that spot that belongs only to you fills me with a profound joy like I’ve never known before.  With my arms wrapped tightly around your exquisite brown curves, I know my challenge is to show you my emotional wounds and let you heal them with your compassion and your love.  I’m humbled by the ways I’ve grown with you and my newfound ability to see you as a complete human being, not just an object for me to acquire.  You are the reason for my being and I’m made whole in your arms.  

Copyright 2006 Scottie Lowe  All rights reserved. 

Inside Me

Inisde Me

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Inside Me

You know what it's like. You are making love, the temperature is rising, you are overwhelmed with feelings of pleasure but it's not just because the down stroke is just right, it's all because you are giving your heart, your soul, all your love to your partner. That's what Inside Me is all about. It's telling the erotic story of the love that gets deep down in your pores, makes you light headed and dizzy it's so profound. This song is about the connection, the intimacy you feel when the chemistry, connection, and compatibility you feel with your lover all converge in a moment of bliss, of ecstasy divine. This isn't about a one night stand or a hook-up or even about casual sex. It's about that moment, that second in time when you are joined with your lover, your bodies are working together in unison and your breathing, your heartbeats become ONE.

I Love Who I am When You Are Inside Me

Inside Me

 

I close my eyes and I feel your lips touch mine and I’m lifted, transported to a time and space where I become the embodiment of all that is feminine and womanly.  That primal instinct, that genetic, biological, evolutionary stuff that makes me a woman, that makes me think and move and navigate the world like a true womb-man is activated and I feel . . . I FEEL alive and whole.  Your hand reaches out to caress my flesh and my body comes alive.  You tell me your dirty little secrets, I reveal mine, and I know that we are intimately bonded.  All of the nerve endings that make my nipples hard, longing for your mouth to suckle and nurse them, that make my pussy start to tingle and throb, getting wet and slippery with arousal awaiting your gentle manipulation, are electrified and I feel aglow with warmth that only your touch can ignite. 

Feelings of joy, peace, tranquility, and love flood my very soul when our bodies are intertwined.  Our legs become a tangled mass and our heartbeats begin to sync up; my inhalation and your exhalation become a sensual metronome counting our fevered passion until we become one.  Your hands roam my body and I feel your hardness, your wetness against my brown thigh, evidence of your desire for me.  You need to be inside me, to feel my cunt envelope and embrace you, to let down your guard and feel safe, nurtured and loved.  It’s because when you are inside me, those DNA strands that make you feel inherently like a man, those instinctual drives that propel you to unload your hot cum deep inside me, filling me, completing me, make you feel like a provider and protector, like you are truly home. 

I love who I am when you are inside me.  I love feeling desired, pleasured, and needed.  I love when I feel your sweat raining down on me, knowing that pussy, MY pussy is driving you mad with bliss.  When we are fucking, the sheets damp with our fluids, the neighbors’ blaring music becomes a soundtrack to our lovemaking to drown out the sounds of my very vocal encouragement.  Hearing you grunt, working hard to make me cum and feel my juices explode all over you fills me with a sense of intimacy and security only shared by tu y yo.  I am your woman, your lover, your divine right partner and nothing and no one can disturb our peace.

Scottie Lowe copyright 2011 All rights reserved

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