Her First President

Bondage was good for us. "Master-me, you are me taking me.” She was right, I would lose myself in her. She’s related to George Washington, an unrecorded blood tie. Her flesh is a sensual braille for shaping hands, her unresisting art a deft choreography of her once mute history. We are deep sea divers pushing against an erotic gravity. Somewhere in another story, an aged Washington shoves his shriveled member into another young black woman. Should we honor both? Dark is the page unturned. Symbolically, in our own way, we both took pleasure in burning down the Presidents fine white mansion many-many times.