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Full breasts riding high
Hips that undulate under painted skits
Skin so deeply kissed by the sun
You can hear the Motherland
Singing you home.

"Ladies is pimps too, go on dust your shoulders off"
Shoulders
Hips
Thighs and
Lips
Softly calling every fiber of your being
To her.
She was made to be admired.

And you were made to love her.
To have those magically bronzed pillars
Draw your manhood
To be surrounded by her womanhood
Those African hips that ride high
Rise and move
In tune with your every
Moan and sigh.

For her velvet softness to
Envelop your mind
And sing your soul
Sweet spells of dark nights
Far away from this parched, barren place.

Are you ready?
Prepare yourself.
Do not come to this holy temple
Unclean.
Offer a thousand prayers to her
And adore her
For she is ready to receive
The worthy...