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- Of the very darkest color; the opposite of white; colored like coal, due to the absence of or complete absorption of light
- Deeply stained with dirt
- the quality or state of the achromatic color of least lightness (bearing the least resemblance to white)
- (of the sky or night) Completely dark due to nonvisibility of the sun, moon, or stars, normally because of dense cloud cover
- being of the achromatic color of maximum darkness; having little or no hue owing to absorption of almost all incident light; “black leather jackets”; “as black as coal”; “rich black soil”
- blacken: make or become black; “The smoke blackened the ceiling”; “The ceiling blackened”
black
- A pleasant or peaceful area or period in the midst of a difficult, troubled, or hectic place or situation
- a fertile tract in a desert (where the water table approaches the surface)
- A type of rigid foam into which the stems of flowers can be secured in flower arranging
- A fertile spot in a desert where water is found
- haven: a shelter serving as a place of safety or sanctuary
- In geography, an oasis (plural: oases) or cienega (southwestern United States) is an isolated area of vegetation in a desert, typically surrounding a spring or similar water source. Oases also provide habitat for animals and even humans if the area is big enough.
oasis
- Talk in a friendly and informal way
- an informal conversation
- New World chat: birds having a chattering call
- chew the fat: talk socially without exchanging too much information; “the men were sitting in the cafe and shooting the breeze”
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dead prez – Mind Sex
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, i got the good vibrations
Before we make love let’s have a good conversation
[verse 1]
Pardon me love but you seem like my type
What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site
We could, roll some weed play some records and talk
I got a fly spot downtown brooklyn, new york
Now i know you think i wanna fuck, no doubt
But tonight we’ll try a different route, how bout we start
With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons
Later we can play a game of chess on the futon
See i ain’t got to get in your blouse
It’s your eye contact, that be getting me aroused
When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines
Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time
Before the night’s through, we could get physical too
I ain’t tryin to say i don’t wanna fuck, cause i do
But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental
I like to know what i’m gettin into
[chorus]
We could have mind sex, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, i got the good vibrations
Before we make love let’s have a good conversation
It’s time for some mind sex, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, i got the good vibrations
Before we make love let’s have a good conversation
Time for some mind sex…
(singing): before we make love
Yeah, what you know about mind sex?
(singing): before we make love
[verse 2]
African princess, tell me yo’ interests
Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry
Here’s a little something i jotted down in case i spotted you around
So let me take this opportunity
Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly
Cuz in my hand i bet your hand fit perfectly
And it’s like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me
C’mon, a little foreplay don’t hurt (hmmm)
Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt
It’s like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis
Opposites attract that’s the basis
Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang
The balance that means complete change, our aim
Is to touch you in a delicate spot
And once we get it started i ain’t trying to stop
[chorus]
But first we have mind sex, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, i got the good vibrations
Before we make love let’s have a good conversation
It’s time for some mind sex, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, i got the good vibrations
Before we make love let’s have a good conversation
Mind sex…
[spoken]
She smiles, i smile
She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day
She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head
She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As i place my arms around her waist,
Hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth
Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive
She’s love
She’s truth
She’s real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose
And not just any rose,
But a black rose,
Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant
A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of
Black rose
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose
Eternal rose
Please look my way,
Please look my way
Please look my way
Black rose
47 Washing Lines.
Having looked at your tips pages over the years and made clothing out of discarded umbrellas found in city bins and used black permanent marker pens on my scuffed Adidas sambas to make them look ‘brand new’ and turned a backyard into a garden oasis planting geraniums in old cut down wellies? I felt that I had to share something with you all.
My friend recently loaned me some ‘jubilee’ bunting and I turned it into 47 brand new washing lines. Not only does it get a ton of washing done in the north where we normally get 4 days of summer sun, but it also helps save the planet in CO2 emissions now that we can unplug the tumble drier (unlike China). Everyone has commented on how pretty the bungalow looks this year which has given Ted such an erection without the use of any Viagra and ,well we’ve just had a ‘storm of a time’. God Save The Queen we say and viva la loca…Ted’s banging on the floorboards from upstairs in the attic in his little workplace full of myford lathes, shapers, grinders and millers and bits of metal and files that are bending the floorboards as I write this, “…I’m on me way up lover boy…” must go…can’t give up an opportunity and I’ll wear me sexy 5T’s Coronation camisole knickers. Love is in the air…
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