Impulse

Brilliant brown vibes curl around my neck, drop down my spine and embrace my ribcages, I am one holding the night and command its flow to linger with anticipation. Believe, the beauty of this woman is a symphonic landscape on my velvety imagination, I follow her aromatic shadow down the steamy corridors of my soul. Dark skin, I worship the hands that molded you from the inside of your mothers womb. Ancient bone of the Ashanti tribe, seedling of the Luba tree, your fruits shall be forever sweet to the southern palate. You illuminate the present better than stars light up the heavens, I hold the night, you bring the glow.