Mo Writing

Her, With Mahogany Skin and soft burnt umber eyes, Smells of lavender, honey and sweet cocoa, Moves like a fluid celestial being, Hips, strong and..

Who knew something as sweet and rich as honey, could burn lips so bad? Something as melodious as a choir of angels, could set a soul so mad. Somet..

This blackness is not a curse Cyanide does not ooze from my pores Nor do you need to follow me around stores This blackness is not an omen My ..