A few quote-worthy quotes…
His eyes put my soul in bondage. He slayed me. Made me forget about the world around me. He pulled me into him and kissed me, his lips tasting like spearmint and salt water. I closed my eyes and relaxed, the rhythm of the water lapping against my body matched that of his tongue. I knew we were being watched and whispers were being passed but I didn’t care.
- Noni, The Vineyard
Sometimes I feel like I can apply that Joni Mitchell song to men at home. Dont it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? Not that Black women are going any where, but sometimes Black men forget how fabulous we are—beauty, body, mind and spirit.
-Caroline, A Black Girl in Paris
It’s 4 AM. Do you know where your man is? In the damn bathroom. Wait, is he peeing? No, he’s talking. To himself…? No, not to himself.
-Geneva, Who’s That On The Phone
Lance and I began kissing and his warm body felt so good next to mine, I suddenly felt flu-like. At least that’s what I told my boss.
Hell, I was suffering from romance deprivation and I needed Dr. Feel Good to take care of me. He did.
-Caroline, Catch a 4-Leaf Clover
She managed to corner me though, pull back my afro and say, “Now I can see your beautiful face”. That’s code for, “I thought this natural look was a phase”. And then she asked me if my waist was getting smaller. Code for, “But you could still lose about ten.” That’s alright. I’ve grown into S-shaped identity, and inspite her nitpicky ways, I’m cool.
-Geneva, Negro You Had to Study?
He looked like money and smelled like Ralph Lauren.
-Noni, The Vineyard
I nearly spit out my drink. It was the last thing I expected to hear. Actually, my face was suddenly and unexpectedly- tight.
-Caroline, The Reunion
I wondered if he knew about the phone call. If he did, he didn’t let on to it. Instead he acted like he was a roots doctor, with the cure to my ailment. Like his jism was the cure to my sickness.
-Geneva, Pleasure and Pain
I was so ready for a night of unbridled passion. On my back, on my side, against the wall… exploring various positions of the kama sutra all the while enjoying the scratchy sensation of fake locks against my skin.
-Caroline, Stood Up
We connected. Together, he became the what to my who. The predicate to my subject. The verb to my noun. He was the -ing, bring every intense wish to life.
-Geneva, The ING
I think I know how Cleopatra must have felt, feasting across from Julius Ceasar, realizing he was successfully under her spell.
- Noni, A Woman Posessed
