Roslyn Manley on Clubhouse

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AUTHOR/POET

EXCERPT IN 1st BOOK:
“ADAM’Z RIB & EVE’S BAYOU”

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WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN

When the hardness of physical life surrounds me at gunpoint, I stand strong to protect my woman. The woman that has understood beyond understanding, that I mean well, no matter my action. She embraces my ignorance and reworks my way of thinking, softening the blow. She cries for me, when my tear ducts remain dry, taking my pain without question. She is the only woman, that has never lied to me, and she never gave me up when I did. She is the YING to my YANG and without her I will die a painful death. She comforts me when I am in the deepest state of MALAISE, with her rod and staff. Our marriage, was an arranged one from the very start of my being. There is no ME without SHE, no SHE without ME. She is the author of my SOUL, she has written every line, but she allows me to take all the credit. She does not have a need for praise or a pedestal, for she is content with her purpose, which she executes with the grace of a ballet dancer. She is not shaken when I take a second wife because she knows that she is the first and can never be divorced. Her vagina was chiseled for the fit of my penis, although many CINDERELLAS have tried and failed.

When the hardness of physical life surrounds me at gunpoint, I stand strong protected by my man. It is his RIB that has straightened my back, to take every slap the world has to offer, he softens the blow. He embraces my irrationality when I cuss him out for not understanding what I have NOT said. He wipes away my sea of tears with one brush of his sleeve, soaking it all in for recycling. He has lied for me, to protect our children, and has went to the dungeon to take the sentence of my blasphemy. His rod and staff, they comfort me. I arranged our marriage, and he went along with it, making sweet love to me without taking a breath. There is no ME without HE, no HE without ME. He is the author of my FLESH, and has chiseled every inch of my body saving the best for last. He put down the chisel, and took the pain of forcefully placing his penis in my clay to form my vagina. This is where the phase, “WHO’S PU$$Y IS IT,” was designed and the misunderstanding is, that he is asking me the question. This is why he knows that many ROMEOS have tried.

WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN, HE PULLS FROM BOTH SIDES

HOW THE RIB PULLED FROM MAN, GAVE TO WOMAN COLLIDE