TBR - Leighton Bradford Editor-in-Chief
All that is seen is their eloquent silhouette in the darkness placed before us. Black love no doubt. Intimacy bonds the heart and souls of an endearing relationship. If soul mates could borrow from these delicate moments and save it for the trying effects brought to us in life. There would be nothing a relationship could not handle. Human nature is afforded companionship, a union of one presumably. It's use becomes the issue. Sier uses it to the best of his purpose, and advantage, that is to say love.
He gently touches the tight curves of her flesh bound anatomy, thanking God for this Nubian Queen that lies before him. Eyes meet, souls connect, so smooth is the night, so smooth. They advance towards places keen, yet considerate. The sheets adjoins there feeling, thoughts, and deepest sympathies. Ain’t no tossin’ and turnin’! Just da makin of sweet love. He places his hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her towards his presence. A heart felt passion, an intimate reflection, a justified sensuality. “Every time I touch you, my being becomes transformed Mandee.” “Each and every time I look into your eyes my soul is pampered.” The candle clings onto its illumination--a refracted light emerges from the darkness.
Each is motivated to please the other. At no time within this piece, are we to understand anything but love. All of the tension and pressure released, if for just one moment. Naturally displayed so much relief from the on going tensions of a given day. And then the lady whispers, “How oh lord, would I have ever managed without him?” The interplay of treasured moments, indicative of the profound beauty, found within Black love. He says aloud, “Mandee I love you”, “I just love you.” [The Intellectual Property of Leighton Bradford (BE)]
He gently touches the tight curves of her flesh bound anatomy, thanking God for this Nubian Queen that lies before him. Eyes meet, souls connect, so smooth is the night, so smooth. They advance towards places keen, yet considerate. The sheets adjoins there feeling, thoughts, and deepest sympathies. Ain’t no tossin’ and turnin’! Just da makin of sweet love. He places his hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her towards his presence. A heart felt passion, an intimate reflection, a justified sensuality. “Every time I touch you, my being becomes transformed Mandee.” “Each and every time I look into your eyes my soul is pampered.” The candle clings onto its illumination--a refracted light emerges from the darkness.
Each is motivated to please the other. At no time within this piece, are we to understand anything but love. All of the tension and pressure released, if for just one moment. Naturally displayed so much relief from the on going tensions of a given day. And then the lady whispers, “How oh lord, would I have ever managed without him?” The interplay of treasured moments, indicative of the profound beauty, found within Black love. He says aloud, “Mandee I love you”, “I just love you.” [The Intellectual Property of Leighton Bradford (BE)]
Bridget Morrow • I believe that we are living in an exiting time as authors. This moment is challenging Western Civilizations thought about an artists value. If a movie has not been made of the work, if it has not made millions, is it art? Can you call yourself a writer? I have been looking at interviews some of them rare--of authors either on documentaries, youtube, etc. And the one element these authors/artists have in common was the lack of concern for the millions they may earn from their work, from their passion. Sadly, that is what I usually hear about. I am not saying it is not a dream for most of us to be able to make a comfortable living from our craft, but what happens when it become all one thinks about?
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