Double Dutch

Buffalo Gurl

Round the outside

Round the outside.

Buffalo Gurl

Round the outside

Round the outside.

Black girls pass me by

In their day glo colors

Smiling at me with those full lips

Bouncing their kinky hair up and down

Up and down...

Loose flirts in high skirts

Dreads falling down like grapevines.

They are a rare breed of women

That can wear bold tribal makeup

And look so good.

Names like Honey, Precious, Shady and Lady

Wear Jasmine, Musk, Mink and Patchouli

Dancin’ when they walk

Flashing big brown eyes

Under thin perfect eyebrows

And thick black eyelashes

Licking their lips sparkling gloss.

I can almost see my reflection there.

Full beautiful legs and thick thighs

Wrapped in fishnet and flowers

Dark skin like a pressed black velvet rose.

Jungle posture

Strong with attitude

Animal growl.

They know how to walk and talk and stand...

Just the right way.

They know how to get close

And look at me

Into me

Making me want what they got.

Bottle smash

Car crash.

They are as sensuous as the night

As they brush up against me

Seemingly without even trying.

Lingerie and leather

Cotton batik summer dresses

Flashy bling or earthy beads

Tattoos or clean...

Anything that makes them look so damn good.

They’re potent and dangerous.

They are delicious and wild.

They’re freaky, sleazy, sexy and slick.

They have the upper hand as their high heels click.

Buffalo gurls

Go round the outside.

Round the outside.