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Penthouse Pet of the Month for December 2008 = Tori Black

Tori Black in glasses 

The Sexy Dimes and Faces of F.B

February 17, 2013 · 

 

Black woman's penetration into mysteries of the eyes is a reversal of a trend to not look into the eyes. Not looking is a predator trait honed by men, not animals, or beasts of the field. The one thing required of a woman in the business of restoring balance and order to prostitute's lives is terrifying to the men, the 'johns' who buy them. Caught in a sting the police bring all kinds of men out who buy women for quick sex. I personally know one woman who works with prostitutes who want out of the 'life'. Her program is 18 months long. The courts require the johns to participate in this process. The men can only endure one day and that one day requires them to look into the eyes of the prostitute to see the woman in there. They can only and barely do one days session. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.14.15 

DANCER in the LIGHT

dancing behind 

The intoxication of LOVE... whirl.... whirl...whirl...............

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candle point,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I’m not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.

Again I am raging, 

I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; 
I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn; 
whatever side you turn your face, 
I turn mine, by your soul.
I spoke in error; 
it is not surprising to speak in error in this state, 
for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.
I am that madman in bonds who binds the 
‘divs'; I, the madman, am a Solomon with the ‘divs’, 
by your soul.

Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my 
heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, 
by your soul.
Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs
comes back; neither you are that, 
by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.

Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny, by your soul.
Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi, 
through wakefulness or nightrising, 
like a spinning mote I am distraught, by your soul.

Rumi 

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