Nice twist out (assuming it’s a twist out) and color… oh, and glasses.
(Source: hi-imcurrentlyobsessed, via xoxopoisenivy)
If only my real fro was as big as this wig… well maybe not that big #TBT #foxybrown (Taken with Instagram)
Love Jones
‘A Blues for Nina’
Say, baby…
Can I be Your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl you’re the shit girl… and I’m digging you like a grave.
Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar…
Or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun.
Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child…
Wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah.
Shit. Who am I? It’s not important. But they call me brother to the night.
And right now… I’m the blues in your left thigh… tryna become the funk in your right.
Who am I? I’ll be whoever you say? But right now I’m the sight-raped hunter… blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections… of sublime erections… and get you to dance to my rhythm…
Make you dream archetypes… of black angels in flight… upon wings of distorted, contorted… metaphoric jizm.
Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain’t worried about him.
It’s you who I want to step to my scene. ‘cause rather than deal with the fallacy… of this dry-ass reality… I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.
Who am I? Well, they all call me Brother to the night.
And right now I’m the blues in your left thigh… tryna become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?
(Source: triix25, via staylegendary)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
