I'm in love with my whole being. I'm in love with my body. I'm beautiful, I'm black and proud. I'm in love with myself; in love with these fingers when they please me, they really do it well. I love to share. I love to care. I love to give. I love to listen. I love to help.

But don't speak of loving me if all you want is to touch me, fuck me hard and then when you're all well-cum'd you're out the door; like a stranger only to be back when you're throbbing hard and up again.

If you can't be here for me when I need a shoulder to lean on,
If you can't be here for me when I'm sick and weak,
If you can't still love me when I'm not horny and wanting sex then you don't have love for me in your heart.

Don't tell me you care.
Don't tell me you love me.

They say action speaks louder than mere words so instead of those mere words, show me; illustrate your so called affection for me through your actions.