God’s Sense of Humor

God has a sense of humor! The pleasure of creating a life, doesn’t always measure the pain of bringing that life into this world. I mean, people talk about the greatest trick the devil has ever pulled, is convincing the world he doesn’t exist. Yet, God’s trick to reproduction is a great pleasure before watching our women go through the worse pain imaginable. And us men are just bystanders. We kissed their lips, danced in between their legs, and came together. Just to be yelled at, pushed away, and made to feel like we are being torn apart. But, when that head emerges and the life we created is rested between us; we contemplate doing it all again. At that moment, all we can do is thank God for all the pain because the joy can’t be measured.

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A Father To Be….

A Father To Be….

The journey of creating a life has allowed me to sleep a peaceful sleep. Knowing I already have the Love to be the father I need to be, strengthens my FAITH. Knowing I have housed my LEGACY in a woman I can fully trust with my son’s heart beats, allows me to rest comfortably. I know the world can be cruel and unjust, yet I decided to create because I believe this world can still be just and Loving. I believe we as people control this nation. So, I place my hand on her belly every night, promising to be the Truth, the whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth, so help me God….

~AzizBrown~

Our Plan….

Our Plan….

Our plan was to fall in Love and find forever in a life that doesn’t last forever. Now, obstacles  push us to our limits. Yet, we are staying on the path. I come home everyday looking forward to the time you rest your head on my heartbeat. You walk in the door after a long day at work and a smile still breaks out on your face. You blush like the first day we met. The children need to eat, do homework, and get ready for bed. We have this down to a science. First one home is the first one to prepare the house for the other’s arrival. The food is ready, we sit down,  and eat as a family; going around the table discussing our days. We are passing our love and communication to our children. Just like we said we would. They are in the bed at 9 o’clock the latest. We are tired so we use the shower to wake us up, retire to our room, and spend an hour expressing why we still come home. The TV goes on and you are rested on my heart again. Tomorrow it starts all over again….perfect!!!!

~AzizBrown~

Sex Gives Birth To Love….

Sex Gives Birth To Love….

​You put each of my fingers in between yours and pulled me closer to your backside. I felt your heart beating on mine and it aroused my imagination. I kissed the back of your neck, just to watch you smile but instead you laughed in excitement. You turned to feel my lips on yours, I met you halfway, and you sparked a passion in me that started a fire. I rose, you moistened, and we became one. Pumping affection, I exploded. Being so effective, you imploded. We created life, gave birth to Love, and strengthened our Union….

~AzizBrown~