Sex With Obama

Last night after the historic win, after I called my friends and we laughed and cried, held hands and sang kum-bah-ya, I started thinking about sex with Obama.  Not me and him, but he and Michelle.  Can you imagine what they must’ve been like last night?  I hope my girl laid it down on him.  But I have a feeling Obama did.  No other black man can say, “what’s my name?  what’s my name?”  and then hear, “Mr. President” and it’s really true! HA!  Is that crazy or what?  Or Obama saying “I’m gonna command that ass tonight” as homage to his new Commander in Chief title.  Or I’m your President, You must follow strict orders!” Chile, don’t get me started. Michelle and Obama are young by most standards of how much older folks usually are in their position, and they’re attractive, virile and robust individuals with sex parts.  The amount of lingering affection they show on camera compared to the brotherly pats and hugs of the Clintons is testament that there’s sumthin’ still going on in the bedroom. But I gotta word for Michelle.  Not about history, race, or legacy, but real talk. Grown woman business.  

 

Hold on ta your man, girl.  You are the only black woman on the planet who can say what you can say right now.  Wow.  Give him his daily vitamin.  Please do not take that way and find him in an office with an intern, pizza and a cigar. Michelle, if it’s the only thing you do.  Do that. Do it well.  If you never have, start.  Who knows, there even may be a baby in the White House.  Last night, more than 1 miracle may have taken place. This man is gonna be under stress and as a black man, he will be challenged.  Please take care of him.  Do not get pissed and throw him out the White House (black women are prone to go off on a man no matter where they are).  But you seem cool Michelle. Real cool. Handle that!  Do it for America.

For the love of your country…

 

MR