I always thought it would be neat to be able to do a "Vulcan Mind Meld" to see what a person really thought. Sometimes we're not so honest, but admitting things to yourself can be cathartic.
Young Brotha
I like the way you walk down the street,
You swagger and strut, baggy jeans hanging low.
I like to watch you laugh and give dap to your boys.
Fledgling Black man, so sexy, confident and strong.
Nothing scares you and our gazes lock like horns.
I try to stare you down with a certain challenge.
You lick your lips and maybe I see a flash of gold,
But brotha, you will not let me win.
Were the men like you when I was your age?
I don't remember that level of sophistication;
Or maybe I just didn`t understand it then.
But I`m older now and you seem so young...
Young brotha, I have much respect for you.
Your brags of bedroom prowess make me smile,
Not because of disbelief, just because it`s probably true.
Your smooth young body tempts me, but it`s better to resist.
So I will return your smile, your wink, your wave
And if I have the time, I`ll exchange sexy banter with you.
You have a depth that I recognize and respect.
Live long and prosper, boo.
