I know that many of us are so cynical that if a man were to recite a poem for us, we would purposely conjure up a stroke to get him to stop because we think he wants something like rent money. But, when Lorenz Tate did his whole “brotha to the night” back in the day, we thought it was the best thing since sliced bread.
Oh black love, how times have changed!
Well here he is, aka Darius Lovehall trying to get in Nina’s pants. You know it worked
For you, it is more than alright. Please, you had me at “Alright, this is a little something I have been working on.”