Longing for more than a ho

Divorced from society, but yet still engaged to a black lady,
A woman who took my heart and began to raid me,
And my wallet, and my secret stash of koolaid, but most of all my soul,
That damn woman would just not let go,
No she was not a prostitute, a stripper, but rather a ho
Her eternal strength was greater than mine,
She pissed me off but she was still so damn fine,
She sold her body for a mere dime,
The weave she left on the table, the dishes, and in my underwear drawer,
Made me cringe, but damn I wanted more,
But I needed a connection deeper than the roots of an evergreen tree,
Emotions entangled with deceit, lies, and in the middle we,
We begin to shadow our hearts with shades of black,
A curtain concealed my emotions from wanting her back,
But yet, I still wanted her hips, her thighs,
To interlock with my eyes,
But even more, I wanted the sea our hearts swam in to be blessed by God's love,
I wanted something deeper; more meaningful than video vixen but naked in my hot tub,
I wanted love; love without restrictions,
Love without painful, heart-burning convictions,
I sat confused, dazed, in a state of "what do I need,
"I had a woman who could "pop, lock, and drop it" but I needed one who could read,
Read the chapter's of my heart without ever stopping to bookmark the pages,
Flip chapters and leave twist my heart's gauges,
I realized I wanted her to swing like a pendulum back and forth, but not on my lap,
Rather on my mind because of her intellectuality wrought with divinity was a wrap,
A wrap of complexity, love for God, and a heart and body pure,
A sexy walk, but more a confident woman who is sure,
Someone to caress my hands, my back, my feet,but most importantly my heart,
Nurture me with her sweet melody and pick up my mind like some socks from Wal-Mart,
I question if she exists and if my heart will ever be quenched,
Will I be forever confused and benched?

Nathaniel Statistic