I understand by feeling the nature of the swirling path her energies take to feed a man's senses with wonder. It is a feeling one learns to capture only in brief descriptions because what rules the beauty of Black women is not the awe of tethered souls, but the flaming passion of daring to be one's self as a lover and a friend to her heart.
This reciprocal relationship births trust, and kindness. Within her heart if she is pregnant by any man's child she remains precious to her male friend who loves her heart to heart. If she bore her male friend a child the child is clearly marked as a love child because his parents learned to love each other heart to heart.
There is a story of love within the shade of every potential lover who is every woman who ever gazed into a man's eyes and said, "I will, or I want you."
Even in a glance a man is responsible for his reactions and actions. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8-15-12
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