Life only happens once here on earth but if you ‘touch’ many with your images and kind words yours will make a difference in others.
Words are echoes of the mind’s attempt to communicate and the ears hear but when a Soul speaks the heart listens.
Being deep with a thought has never been my purpose, my purpose has always been to get a deeper understand of the thought! Getting confirmation from those beautiful souls that walk this journey as I do is a great feeling, yet it’s never been my priority, confirmation from my creator will always hold that number one spot, but being able to touch someones heart in a positive way is the greatest feeling of all because regardless of what I’ve been through I understand that a gift can only be given or received when and if God wants it to happen.
–Thomas L. White III
My Great-Grandfather was a grave digger and my backyard is cemetery.
I am different and this just my viewpoint.
Peace comes from within and neither Black/Pain nor White/Light.
Peace is a feeling to that no matter what goes on in the outside world my own world/mind accepts as such.
In the Darkness I do not always seek refuge but where I go when I refuse to interact with the cacophony
Poem by Thomas L. White III
I often fantasize when she’s not around
Of ways to caress her body, while we lay our loving down
Her skin is so brown and so tasty sweet
From the top of her head to the bottom of her beautiful feet
The way she strolls into the room, lets me know it’s all good
Whether she’s wearing Victoria Secrets or Fredrick’s of Hollywood
You see I’m in love with her body, but even more so with her mind
Infatuated when I see her coming, and drained when I view her from behind
I know she was made perfect, voluminous with style and flair
Though she comes in many shades, straight hair, locks or braids
She’s oh so much more then “just her hair”
When I see my Queen appear, I’m truly mesmerized,
So I love her with passion while being sincere so she can hear the dove’s cries
As the sweat from her sexy body drips down on my chest
We change positions quite often till she tells me which one feels the best
I slowly stick out my tongue to circulate the nipples on my queen’s breast
While rubbing her inner thighs on the journey down to her royal love nest
She brightens my every day, appears in my darkness like a sunray
In her world I’m the only gourmet, in mine she’s the perfect entrée
So I make her melt like butter on hot toast
Spread my love all over her body, like gravy on a hot roast
Treat my beautiful darkness as a rare jewel like a diamond from the Ivory Coast
Because she’s more than a five star guest so I’ll forever be her ten star host
See I lived inside a Queen for nine months; It’s the safest place I’ve ever been
So my brothers there’s nothing wrong with going down south every now and then
But this poem really isn’t about sex, nor is it about lust
Yet these things I say about my black Queens, I just say because I must
It’s just time we learn to keep it real and face up to a few things
Like giving up what’s due to the beautiful darkness we call…Black Queens
©2000 Thomas L. White III
WRAPPED IN PERFECTION, BODY HELPLESS
CONSUMED BY FIRE
OUR BODIES SENDING SIGNALS FREELY INCITING
OUR MINDS,SEDUCED BY THE ALLURING AROMA’S
IN THE AIR
WE CAN’T DENY, IT’S WHAT WE BOTH HUNGER AND THIRST
HAND UPON MY BREAST, HAND UPON MY THIGH, AS WE GLIDE
CAUSING SWEET JUICES TO ARISE
FINGERS DOWN TO THAT SPOT WHERE MY PASSION HIDE’S
FEELING MY FLAMES OF DESIRE….BOILING TO A POINT SO YOU
1…2…3 IN AND THE STREAMING SWEAT BEGINS
DRUNK IN HEAT, I’M UNDER YOUR SPELL…IT’S HOT SO HOT
AS THE FLAMES GROWS HIGHER AND HIGHER…BODIES TINGLING
FROM HEAD TO FEET
TO SURRENDER FOR YOU TO GIVE ME WHAT MY BODY NEEDS
I HAVE THIS BURNING DESIRES….PUT THESE FLAMES OUT
RAW, SENSUAL,REAL….JUICES RUNNING….CULMINATING
IN ECSTASY AS YOU ENTER TO APPEASE
I WANT IT
I NEED IT
I BREATHE IT
SCREAMING IN AN EXOTIC TONE…OUR SWEET NECTAR BEGINS TO FLOW AS WE POOL TOGETHER FILLING THESE BURNING DESIRES OF ERUPTIONS….MIND IN ANOTHER FAZE REALIZING DAMN BROTHER YOU HAD ME SPEAKING IN TONGUES
NOT THAT’S HOW A SISTER IS SUPPOSE TO GET LAID
There is a chink in my armor and a kink in my chain.
Words laden with distaste looking to make waste of someone that I not even seen their face…but they are echos of my unmet needs and expectations…
This was written by Derrick Williams
People, people come and people go . Some leave fast and others leave slow, a few stick around til your dead in the ground but some leave as soon as the leaves begins to fall. Still and all they’re all just people. Friends, acquaintances, lovers, mentors, foes…etc…people in all shapes, sizes and colors…all races, religions and sexes….beautiful as individuals. if you respect them, most likely they will respect you back, so feed them, clothe them and love them…if they want your coat give them your shirt too….
One of the great joys of being a photographer is being able to make the camera catch what you see and feel. And then, sharing it with the subject and showing them a side that was always in them, maybe buried under layers of other crap, but it’s there. Age, weight, hair color, sags, scars, marks… they just don’t matter.
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