True Love, What Is It

True Love, What Is It

True love, what is it
Emotions given unto another sweetly consumed bit by bit
That burning flame only one person has lit
A scent of one’s essence felt, however, not seen once it drifts

The smile, the eyes
Lost in rapture, union to be, already written in the skies
Ordained by kismet karma designs
The true essence of one’s soul to feel, enthrall, and be felt
The rhythm of bodies as souls blend and then softly melt

No, is it the arms, the hands
Upholding the heart when love is in demand
When life deals unkind and bitter reprimands
Is it the sensitive minds while on a pilgrimage to taste the Holy land

Is it the feet
The steps destiny has brought us pass the meet and greet
Hum, could it be the hue of a skin tone
Blinders on when awaited passion roams
In sync as minds, bodies, hearts echoes the same beautiful love song

Is it the body in m...

Mm, Loving A Man Of All Seasons

Mmm, loving a man of all seasons
A different muscular body to idolize, his mind, his loving with such profound reasons
Is he a charismatic lover who wears his heart on his sleeve
Cold one moment and then love you so softly as he please
The beautiful sentiments of flowers, chocolates, and then kneeling for you on his knees

A Spring type of man
Firm gratification he gives you on demand
Hope for better days he promises you
Taking him at face value without any rules
Housing the streams of his pearly flow just dues
April showers saturating all over his hard tower of power
The master of his carnal bloom
Relaxing you, seducing you, then he’s gone too soon

My type of man, naked and scorching as the Summer sun
Feed you, bed you, and then leads you to cum
Bodies sweltering, sizzling undercover within basking heat
Parting your petals, the nectar he ravishes, ...

Allah’s Whiplash (Meet Me Halfway Across The Sky)

In the comfort of society’s arms, I tasted the sensations of paradise amuse
As earth sheds tears from its wrath of reminisce dues  
True love of Mother Nature’s cloak brings the trinity of life, death, and renaissance to human beings
To a Moorish King, unto a Nubian Queen  

A warm veil shelters within life, when self-comfort is lost in its gust  
Clipped me from the sky, earthbound me, Heavenly whispers from my halo is a sacred must  
Infused by a gentle breeze and softly carried away by the surrendering rush of Morocco sand dust  
  
Glimpsed into stalwart hearts  
Rainfalls of tears I hear the melodies of your beautiful works of art  
Galaxy, Moon, the Stars, the big bang theory of its embracing start  
Your pleasure  
A Pandora box once opened awaits a stash of honeyed treasures  <...

The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime

Have you ever encountered someone’s mere presence for the first time and instantly connected with the Chi of the individual. Two hearts for a still moment in time beating as one. Words of honey escaping from a pair of generous lips; flaming the fire within the depth of your soul. Brooding dark brown eyes roaming you over from head to toe. Silently embracing me with the aura of a sinewy physique, emotionally weakened by his stature attendance.

Nursing Convention

St. Louis, Missouri 2017

I strolled through the entrance doors of Embassy Suites by Hilton St. Louis.

I surveyed my surroundings. The lobby is quiet, other than several guests either checking in or checking out. I pulled my rolling luggage and strolled over to the front desk. I removed my Baby Phat sunglasses from off my face and rested them atop a mass of natural cascading midnight curls.  

The gentleman behind the Oakwood desk look...

Once Bitten Upon A Time (I of V)

A Soft Caress From The Past

DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
1600

Dracon looked up at the sepia mounted portrait of a woman he once loved. For all the bloody wars he has won in the name of his Deity. Only to return from war to  accept the fate his one and true love have been killed by the hands of his rival. 

The image of his woman's lifeless body still cradle his thoughts century to century.

Dracon took a sip of pure blood suckled from the vein of one of his midnight roaming concubines. He placed the tulip glass on the fireplace mantel board. He extended his palms out toward the flickering flames; he then rubbed them together. He held his hands up and turned them over. His palms provided no warmness. He balled his hands in frustration.

“Dammit.”

He banged his fist down on the mantel board.

For once in his lifetime, h...

Beautiful Immortality (L’Appel Astral)

King Lucan 

I call you now through galaxies unseen 

Where silence hums and breath grows lean

My soul drifts wide beyond the flame 

Still whispering your sacred name

Je t’appelle à travers les étoiles cachées, Où le silence chante et le souffle s’efface

The veil is thin, the moon is high 

I reach for you across the sky 

Come walk the wind, my sovereign bride 

The astral tide is open wide

Le voile est léger, la lune est haute, Viens marcher sur le vent, mon épouse royale

Queen Seraphina 

I hear your voice in dream’s soft thread

A vow that wakes the sleeping dead 

Your flame still burns beneath my skin 

And so I rise to walk within

J’entends ta voix dans le fil du rêve, Ta flamme brûle ...

Beautiful Immortality (The Turning Moon)

The moon was full, a silver eye 
That watched me weep, then watched me die 
I lay in robes of dusk and thread
My breath a ghost, my soul half-fed

He came in silence, crowned in flame 
Then he whispered low my beautiful name 
“You are the dusk, the blood, my bride
 Come walk with me where stars have risen before they have died”

His hand was warm, his voice was smooth as vintage wine 
He tenderly kissed my neck and made it his, no longer mine
No scream, no pain, just a sacred hush
As midnight bloomed in a velvet blush

The moon grew wide, the veil grew thin
And I let go of what had been
He drank my breath, I drank his vow
And time unspooled beneath my brow

My veins grew still, my heart grew dim
And yet I loved, and yet loved him
He crowned me not with gold or gem
But with his blood, his soul, his generational stem<...

Beautiful Immortality (In The Beginning)

O my Bride of the sanctified ages
Allow my love to seep through the scrolls inscribed upon these sepia pages
A touch of infinity reborn from the internal flame
Your soul wears the stars, your lips speak my name
From lifetimes forgotten, through veils we have passed
Yet your heartbeat returns, as it always has
Your eyes hold the dusk where sacred Angels descend
Your touch is the echo where timelines bend

I knew you in Eden, I crowned my love for you in Rome
In temples and tombs, you’ve always come home
The moon bows to greet you, the sun dares not rise
Till your breath stirs ether and opens the skies
You are rite, you are relic, you’re rhythm and creed
The Queen of my longing, my hunger, my need
I hold out my scepter, not for rules but for vow
To honor your essence, then, always, and now

No fate shall divide us, no death shall erase
The ink of yo...

Beautiful Immortality

Dark is the night the full moon illuminates as it hangs    
Metamorphosis of me from human seductress to descending fangs    

Prowling the lush great lands            
In search for the taste of man's virility, bedding him where he stands            
Carnal salvation, siphoning the trickling of his blood            
My master I feast upon, the red river of death, draining him in the name of immortal love            
            
His throbbing veins, drinking the fountain of his generational bloodline my nightly food            
In the cathedral of the afterlife my body, sleeker, hungrier, anew            
...

Tenderly Serenading His Poetic Pleasure

Letting him feel inside my nightly passionate mist    
Giving me that addictive heat I feel between my Nubian thighs, my slicken wetness as my hips uplifts    
He covets my temple in the oceanic silkiness of carnal bliss      
Mm… he’s such a handsome lover      
Sweet mercy, it feels soooo good when his gentle kisses coat my soft lips under silken covers  
Leaning downward kissing me, mattress dipped, his body’s domination now hovers 
Nestling between my inner thighs
Seeing the lust mirrored in my hazel-colored eyes
    
A feverish need igniting the flames of the pleasure of my curvaceous body      
Naughty whispers of enticement, weakening the sweetest defense of this Creole hottie      
Naked I come to you as we make such tender and passionate love under the...