Her Fellowship...

So, over the weekend I had an opportunity to meet my closest ATX g-friend’s “Brotherhood/Fellowship/Family”.

One this is not only an equally handsome collection of men, they are GIANTS among men. They range from an eloquently deep shade of toasted caramel to a deep rich edible chocolate brown. When each spoke there was a subtle excitement related to their individual and intimate level of confidence and sexuality that exuded from every pore of their being. It’s been a long time since I was in a room with three vastly different black men, who in their own way held the attention of every detail in the room from the minuscule particles of dust dancing upon the sunlight to the heaviness of the words in various discussions. It was, in a very heterosexual way, orgasmic.

• Mr. Toasty Caramel – Has one of the sexiest baby-gap grins I’d seen in a long time. It’s not immediate obvious, but he has mastered the art of brusque sexuality. I do not mean it in the traditional way, however, he has a straight to the point, no holds bar, I’m gonna tell you what it is and how it is and despite what you may think, I’m gonna be so f’ing self-assured, encouraging and smooth with it, that your intellect will twirl your lips into syncing whatever I want. And believe me, not only will you not mind, but you will wish it was your idea in the first damn place. And please don’t start me on his voice…
• Mr. Teddy Ruxpin – The world renowned sophisticated teddy bear. This brother really doesn’t know what he’s working with OR he’s so damn poised and smooth that he’s convinced himself that he doesn’t know or remember what his swag feels, looks and smells like. (FOR REAL). He will admit he’s single for a reason and that he has VERY HIGH STANDARDS. I believe the answer lies somewhere in the rise of his cheeks and a simple fault that lurks in the insecure gape in his stride. I know that strides aren’t always honest, yet they do have a way of giving up a secret or two. Like Mr. Toasty Caramel, he speaks with an eloquence all his own, always reminding you, to HELL with being Black, he’s African at heart and will not be emasculated. Honestly, Teddy Ruxpin’s says a lot in his silence as well. He’s in perpetual thought and if you really listen, you can hear spiritual reflection cascading from his long thick curly eyelashes. And yes, it’s hella sexy…
• Mr. Jewel and Scent – This locked mane brother is equally mystifying and baffling. Thick locks with a mind of thier own, crowned and looped above his head like a halo. He sat quietly taking it all in, his body sinking slowly into the sofa as the conversation and everyone’s thoughts slipped slowly into his mind. With hushed vigor he manipulated the outlook in the room, though not as obvious as his peers. He asked questions with efferent deliberation. He carried the conversation away from the heart of the matter toward areas of your conscious you didn’t no longer considered or recognized. His thin muscular frame draped the cushions of the sofa. He never felt the need to complete or move from his secure post. He respected his peers youthful presence (while they were all about the same age) he carried a calmed wisdom recognized in great grand fathers that most Men would never know. When he spoke it was like Karo syrup sticking to biscuits atop chipped cup saucers on sultry hot Sunday mornings. His voice took you back to places you longed to forget, but carried them in the depth of your bones because only there did you know..

To be continued…..