Choir of Angels

So the Moxie Lady has not had...how does one say this...the company of a gentleman caller in quite some time. To be exact, one year, one month, and seven days. So she is more than a little excited that a gentleman has taken a promiscuous interest in her. She reflects fondly on her college days spent with fair lads who shared coital pleasures with her so rich, it brought tears to her eyes and she could hear softly...faintly in the distance, a choir of angels singing.

The Moxie Lady has made it quite clear to the new man that while she respects his stature as a human being, she is much more interested in his animalistic abilities. Being a rather large, stocked man of muscular proportions - clearly from a lineage of durable field Negros on Mississippi's finest sugar plantations, the Moxie Lady notes his affiliations with possibly the military, and certainly a historically Black Greek-lettered organization. Being a proud woman of Greek association herself, she can attest to the quality of man that these types of organizations produce. She shudders at the mere thought of his outstanding sportsmanship, where she is sure he excelled in areas such as American football.

While being of the feminist/womanist persuasion, Moxie Lady, is wrought with the contradictions of desiring a man dripping with cultural and social stereotypes for the mere, sinful fulfillment of lost lust. She understands that she will have to reconcile this with God on Sunday. Sunday is not the only time she will be eager to hear a choir of angels.