October 28, 2008 10:30am Southern women mystique is so intoxicating, like a sultry Black Panther sleek and wild yet innocent staring into the bosom of man, capturing the blood that pumps through his heart, enslaving his thoughts, helping him to breathe life, born again a sensitive infant incubated by the glare of Southern eyes......................
P.S. And I'm not just saying that because am a Southern boy myself, Dallas TX, born and raced................ let me know what you think about the poem.
