i went out to a lounge on sunday. i don't go to lounges. this was my first time. but man oh man. dig this. this particular lounge had a enclosed, open roof outside portion behind the dance floor. started getting a little thick and hot on the inside, so i head outside. my homeboys are out there burning squares, and talking to this young lady. cool as a ice fan, straight up. within five minutes duchenne smiles and gut laughs all around. we get to introductions, and she says her name is honour.
what did your momma name you?
honour.
shit made my night, straight like that. to be surrounded by beautiful women of all genres, smiling and moving, laughing and smelling like...you hope that if you breathe in deep enough, you can carry it home. i can't say that scene is my thing
no single malts
no beer on tap
seats with no backs
and that adolecent food with sauce drizzled all over the plate, but i can understand why people go, especially men.
i know its lightweight bullshit to verbally talk about women other people haven't seen. i mean, your werent there with me on sunday. all you will do is think about some beautiful women you have seen. some stop and stare, i want to lay in her hair. but just to go back to the thought is worth it, right?
so thank you black woman for another truly memorable night.
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i needs one.
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