Weakened From The Gifts Of His Midas Touch

Poetic Time Traveling (8th Dimension)

My love, take me back in time

If I close my eyes, my words will caress your skin, potent as fine wine

I can see the hope of glory through the window of your eyes

One look, one word, the desires felt between the rite of passage of easing into my Creole thighs

Mm... can you hear me now

Do I have to wish by moonlight, in the cradle of my sunshine, you can slide all up into my angelic vowels

I know your worth, whereas, in the craving of my needs, I whisper my gentle incantations against the wall of your chest

The sassiness of my smile, the bend in my back, waiting to make you melt

Oh yes, my love upon the foundation of my bosom making you hard, as you make me wet

Yes, yes, I am tenderly opening my mind as you slip so easily into my daydreams

Spoken words, promises, your touch, a kiss to my hand makes my cherry soufflé softly cream

Pulling me closer, gi...

Weakened From The Gifts Of His Midas Touch

Closing my eyes, inhaling once again the assurance from his touch

Cradled in the Nirvana of his warmth    

Pastoring unto the wisdom of my eager alluring soul     

Obsession, lust, his hard passion  

Blanketing my heart, making love to my mind   

The purity of my soul, his innovation  

Bodies colliding in the entwine of midnight oasis    

The ritual of my calling he beckons to my soft sense of joviality   

The silent introduction of his wanted touch felt, yearned, craved

My skin tingling upon the anticipation  

Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar    

Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull    

Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain  

Slowly dispensing the cloth of deter...

Softly Wading In The Cradle Of A God's Arms)

Life is meant to be enjoyed, daily supped on all its beautiful pyramids of ancient affiliations      
Revered in all its spiritual dedications    
Life and rebirth, no death of a vessel of ascension    
Your soul’s energy is the book written upon your past lives, your earthly foundation    

Uprise from this 3-D dimension, filtered with hate, and strife, the blueprint of your narrations    
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of higher vibrations    
Beyond that pineal gland, it’s yours to partake as we all stand on tainted gravity      
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered enjoy in that beautiful cosmic duality        
 
A spark of love, hope, dreams without society's hindrance, deterrence, gives rise to forward footsteps not taken in the hesitation          ...

Rapture

I will close my eyes, and you close yours  

Let our hungry minds travel to a moment where the honey over me you slowly poured    
I was yours and you were mine    
That night in the dense of the forest, among the calling of Mother Nature, you loved me in and out of time    
Your beguiling whispers, mm…. gently breezed over my soft skin    
Kisses under my earlobe, as you begged to love me once I let the elongation of your soul ease in    
    
You carried me over the threshold in the need to thrust over and over inside the satisfaction of my gush    
Impatient lips savoring the sweet flavor of my submissive touch    
Blending moans in the haste of a feverish pitched need    
My body pressed against your muscular stature trembling with desire to glorify in the hunger of your carnal greed    
&#...

Softy Floating On The Compass To His Heart

Mm... you are my Dark Java hero      
When I’m laying naked in my bed      
Hair tousled all over my pillow      
Wetting my finger     
    
Slowing moving it downward to my sacred chasm      
Exploring the gratification of my creamy lust      
Ravishing in the arched rainfall trickling to my fingers      
Nirvana essence kissing the dewy panting of my reverberating Chi      
    
Oh, sweet mercy yes      
The offering of your flesh starts in the steam of our cloak      
Cleansing the silhouette of our souls      
As we entwine in the carnal commune in the dusk of dawn      
    
Souls entwined the coming together in hedonistic pleasures     &...

Mm..Write Me My Love

Write like your rushing energy possesses me, my sultry creed  
Write like my essence longs to be free, channeling my carnal needs
Write like our hearts beat as one  
Write like shared secrets of the universe begs to be undone
Write like bodies in celestial exile kissed by the warmth of the summer Sun  
 
Write me as ecstasy sweetly concedes  
Write me as famished lovers’ surrenders unto licentious greed  
 
Write like you are deep inside of me, body to body, breath to breath, palm to palm  
Write like we are slow dancing, Gemini twined, a spiritual verse found in Psalms  
Write like thrusting deeper inside of me, peace, calm  
Write like coveting the core of my Chi, your mental soothing balm  
 
Write the melodic sounds of our passion tenderly colliding  
Write the winds softy blanketing our skin, faint ple...

We Were Born Before The Wind

We were born before the wind  
The entrance where existence carried our spirits before of earthly original sin  
Entwines temples, weeps the alluring spillage of love  
Wings of thy, sacrificed from above  

Oh, holy night hold me in your regality, befallen of rapture  
Enwrap me with kisses of warmth in and out of time you’ve captured  
A silken dance its dalliance we embrace  
Blinded by lover’s lace to the fate of temptation’s sweetest liberating taste  
Such honied whispers as the fragrance navigates on the soft winds  
My echoes, call unto, chasten of its needs, famished unto to blend  

We were born before the

Love unspoken if there ever was   
Narrations of channeling earthly dilemmas  
Athens and Rome, upon stone, our souls embedded upon its beautiful ruins  
Phoenix Rising, fate given ...

Mm.. Sweeter Than A Midnight Rendezvous

My love, this letter is rose scented of me
Daydreams, I cannot escape, my passion needs to flee
Allow my emotions to flow as you come to set me free
Embellish your being in my desires as we lay, or unto you have me on my knees
In my misty rainfall of pleasure to appease

Give me liberty as you cum, release my depraved needs
Carnal words of yearning as I stand here and emotionally bleed
Sinking and worshipping, thrusting in the abyss of my salacious creed
Such sweet serenity
Your body blankets my skin, kisses of infinity
Today, I give you your wished upon manly just due
Basking in the savor of this alluring whispered muse

You really do give my heart such craving palpations as you so casually roam
Words from your belief of honor has my mind so far pass gone
Close my eyes losing myself inside of you tres bon
Only echoes I hear is the beat of two heart...

Taster’s Choice

Obsession, lust, infatuation   

Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul

The cradle of my care found in his rejuvenation   

As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber  The ritual of my calling he beckons   

Juju resting, my skin tingling   

Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar  

Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull   

Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin, his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance  

Scorching love given by destiny’s midnight entanglement  

Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love  

Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk  

Sluggish evolution of his mighty hands   

My body he draws ecstasy upon like a Picasso’s wor...

Orisha Goddess Yemoja's Soft Whispers To Orisha God Obatala

Orisha Goddess Yemoja 

Blinders on while wearing clean garments passed down by whores

Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore

Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love

Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more

I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain

Color blinded by whitewashed morality, nevertheless, ugly voices raised in union standing and holding hands in the synagogue of His holy name

Who dare to cast the first stone in life, muted voices who render daily strife

Man to man, woman to woman, accepting kisses to become naturalization wives

We learn to accept

Not what sounds good or looks best

Or...