THEE BLACK QUEEN

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN. THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...
http://youtu.be/HtlUzZb9Y4U


Again you pound in my psyche... Allah broke the mold when he created you queen.
Prospectively tantalizing in all your shades and tones... color splashed across the canvas.
Baby you aint got to be a stripper on the pole or all bent over... you got my attention.
Created to fulfil my deepest needs... my sex filled fantasies that sometimes threaten to swallow me whole.
Eat my whole soul.
Beat down wit yo hips and thighs... beat down with yo mysterious aura that shines unrestrained.
Chocolate and good black dirt all in your femininity from whence the races came... booming drums across the savage plains.
A message in the Beatdown... Black woman drop it low... drop it low.
I say flo, you say floor... still the same thang as I try to rip these fevered words from all that I know of you.
These things that shake the foundations... shape the foundations.
The earth quakes in the fall of your footsteps so profound thy impact.
Again you pound in my psyche...
Thee oh black queen supreme.