Stop talking. Your lucks in for the minute. I’m used to earning what I need for myself. It’s little enough and hard to come by but it makes me a queen in my own kingdom. My kingdom is my home. Don’t forget this. There has never been a man that I have felt so close to. Such a connection. A special type of closeness. Intimacy.
His touch. The way his hands feel. The feeling he gives me at the bottom of my stomach. I love him. I do. I’ve never felt like this before.
I’m not broken. My fear is commitment. What can go wrong? What will go wrong? Sometimes silence helps things become clearer. Sometimes silence makes things blurry. Love is simple, pure and delicate.
The Monifah. 