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I am attractive, funny, loving, compassionate, intelligent, sensitive, sexy, and understanding. I have a strong value system with a significant part of that system being an unyielding belief in honesty, directness and, most importantly, God. I am often told how I look in my early 30`s although I am 53. I believe this is because I do not worry and when I wake in the morning, my heart fills with unbridled joy for another day of life.


I write poetry and short stories and truly love computer technology, especially web site development and LAN`s. I adore movies (action, suspense, science fiction). I am an avid reader of all kinds of books (preferably science fiction, mysteries, and unconventional sciences). I love jazz, board games (chess, etc.), cards, hikes in the woods, walks on the beach, romantic dinners, dancing, so forth. I enjoy learning new things to do in life -- for instance -- if I never rode a motorcycle, I would be willing to try it at least once. Since I have a fear of heights, this phobia would restrict me from trying some activities like flying, skydiving or bungee jumping.


Life has not been lived in a vacuum for me. Since I have been here awhile there will be some accomplishments. I am looking for a male who is not intimidated by anything I have done, or am currently doing, or even with my strong level of independence. I am the most "down-to-earth, no nonsensical" woman you will ever meet. The only thing I have soaring in the heavens is my heart and spirit. Do not hesitate to contact me you will be quite surprised.


HERE IS MY POETIC STYLE!



BLOOD BE SPEAKING

The blood be speaking
thumping
surging
feeling savage and hot
pulsating against the confines
of narrowed space in beats
ancient as night dancers
in the reddest glow of dying fires
wild
naked and free
and the blood
be speaking life!!!



"IMPRESSIONS FOOL"


Your eyes see a woman with contemporary style
intelligent, aloof and cream chocolate brown,
but impressions fool they do,
'cause what you don`t see is what she is


A barefoot, hip-swinging, sassy girl
wild and free,
with spiritual Africa
beating live and deep ...


Your eyes see a woman with contemporary dress,
tailored suit and vested chest,
but impressions fool they do,
'cause what you don`t see is what she is


A dusty figure with swaying breasts
moving prouder than a lioness
whose bare feet on muddy roads
stamp Fulani drum beats in her soul
live and deep


'Cause impressions fool they do!


BARS

The bars aren`t seen
and the clanging of
metal hitting metal
is imaginary;
however, this prison is not!
my body is a prison
where my soul agonizes.
It is an unyielding "cage"
where I feel my spirit knotted
in a concentrated force
pounding bare-fisted
against bony ribs
under arteries skin deep inside.
I hear terrifyingly lonely screams
that can`t be
heard aloud for
they are silent to the world
trapped within
reverberating
in an "inner" ear howling echoes
ascending from the bowels
of a dark and clammy dungeon behind
bars ... bars ... bars of
my own making.



CAPTURED MEMORY

Awake at seven
In a warm soft bed
I tossed blanket
By kicking legs
And sat a moment
To hear a bird sing
While capturing memory
Of last night`s dream?

"Arms surrounding
bodies merged as one,
light gentle kisses
on the other`s tongue,
a swift penetration
of soft inner parts,
and a feeling of invasion
touching the soul`s mystic heart!
a blind building tension,
surging storm
"storms of passion",
I`d never known before,
that rose, flowed, stretched
towards elusive stars
while emerging, submerging
exploded!
Flooding both of us!"


IN DREAMS


You have seen this face in dreams
Stealing the peace
you felt moments before the dawn
Stirring your soul into awareness
in a way nothing has touched it before
You have seen this face
. . . . . . . . as a vaporous mist
peering from the spaces of your mind
tantalizing
. . . . . . . . as a spiritual entity
from the secret recesses of your heart
inspiring
. . . . . . . . as a vision of your
self image in feminine form
loving
You have seen this face
Kissing you in the midnight hour
Staring deeply into your eyes
Bringing a prayer, a promise,
and all the adoration
that a strong black man
deserves.


LOVE IS


Love is music at midnight
played very low
laughter, sighs, and
deep throat moans
smackin` lips, slappin` thighs
and bed springs squeakin`
through the night!

Love is beaded sweat,
the odor of musk
and jasmine scents
as down the spine
cool breezes glide
that tingle the body
and thrill the mind!

Love is
sound, smell and touch,
whispered promises,
seductive looks,
lazy days and busy nights
of playin` the most intimate side
of what love is!

Poetry by F. L. Anderson 1982