I Will Be Your Soft Whisper

I Will Be Your Soft Whisper

I will be your soft whisper

When your tender touch to my skin is felt, understood    

Naked, eye to eye, fingers dropping as they should    

Enwrap my waist pulling me closer than most     

The scent of your presence, our bodies pasted, bodies joust    

Lay me down, feel my breath mingling with yours

This feeling ordained from the Heavens to the Waterloo shores

Slipping inside me, arched back, tight fit among a cadence of sighs    

Blissful ride of passion found between these thighs    

I will be your soft whisper

Soft rain, as you come to feel the essence given of my beautiful frame

Satisfied, petrified, lost souls rehash, drips of honey to make it last       

Continue, sultry songs, resonances of contentment heard pass gone 

For our nocturnal craving echoing s...

WADE IN THE WATER

To the soft winds, unified voices, echoing on the winds traveling North

Weary feet galloping to freedom as a stampede in the night, stars above guiding its course

To the raging storms in the cloak of South

Sweat, blood, tears, silence of hindrance, chained speech, Wade In The Water rang from mouths

To the Sun shining its compassion for sovereignty upon the shores of the East

Divinity, we break bread, alliance we greet, we sit upon the ancestral land to reverence in peace

To the fire embers tossed in bellowing squalls of the West

God tempers the land of depravity, burned offerings, land rooted in the soil of hellish and unrest

Unto the blessing phrases of la Lune, I bow my head

Allow my quill pen to dip in ink

To indoctrinate this moment and do not deviate from words I’ve said

My head bent, eyes closed as learning the meaning of life as a birthed child

Mo...

Tribunal Echoes

Close your eyes and slowly inhale the touch of the wind          
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend          
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved      
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade          
          
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier          
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer          
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans          
Hope and prayers in the hymn of its unified songs          
Listen carefully to the swaying of the trees          
Can y...

Earth’s Benediction

To the consolation of the mortal man

Never to touch or kiss mystique ordained by God’s hand

Benediction mantras to the winds, such fallacies to hammer thy head

The tabernacle of annihilation where Angels never fear to tread

Wallowing in the entanglement conscious

Wishing for the scented lavender of compassion, love, and beauty in my intellectual bed

Rosary beads, amulets, crowns of grandeur, wings of regal crest

The hands of sacredness upon a time I was uplifted to the skies

Given back to the earth, Mother Nature’s echoes soothing the night from the wiles of a child

My forebears inculcated in the universe, coveted by compassion from my infant cries

An enigma, a puzzle, a maze through divinity’s reprieve

My heart masked for the benevolence to Mary Magdalene, Mother Teresa, and Joan of Arc upon the world for which we grieve

Words of comfort who you see never to decei...

Soft Notes

“Euterpe, Greek Mythology Muse who represented and was the patron of Music.

She is said to have invented the flute and other wind instruments.

Her symbol was the Aulos, a type of double flute.

Her name was derived from the Greek words meaning the “giver of much delight.”

Euterpe, Greek Mythology, giver of much delight

The redeemer of lyrics played sweetly, felt without the eyes of sight

Delight of the Gods sought in my alluring music

Instruments played of me, softens the intellect of any immortal cherubic

Blessed with beauty, my music shall soar us in flight

Hold me tight in this mad world with all your robust might

I shall play the passion of my seductive double flute

Love coveted, no other mortal woman to refute

Desire arises for an awakened touch

In the cathedral of death, as you pray for rest, I release you as much

Passion I shall...

A Divine Laminate To A Black Panther Scorpion King

While I am sitting upon your family jewels, Hebrew man, and deep within my sacred oracle, the throbbing tip of your width locked into the realm of my soul  
Whisper to me in Arabic how our spirits upon Heaven once patrolled  
My love, I was the silken passage of Utopia upon a Nirvana’s wish, I laid upon your royal silken sheet as I softly consoled  
In and out of time as my mystique patrolled  
We will always be a rebirthed mystical story  
The temple of Ying of Yang, the rain and storms to withstand the pangs, our voices above the clouds, blood sealed upon consecrated scrolls, tells of its glory    
   
As I cup your handsome Moorish face, and you look deep into the window of my eyes  
Oh, sweet mercy, my love, you feel so good when I am gyrating, and you are thrusting upward between my Creole thighs  
Let’s astral travel with the pulsates of our hearts, hand...

Embracing the Sun: Heat, Health & Hydration

Embracing the Sun: Heat, Health & Hydration

Summer is a beautiful season, but it is also a season that demands awareness. The sun is stronger, the days are longer, and the heat can affect the body in ways we often overlook. Taking care of yourself and your family is not optional during this time. It is a responsibility. It is protection. It is love.

Understanding the Power of the Sun

The sun can heal, energize, and uplift, but it can also overwhelm the body if you are not prepared. Respecting the sun is the first step to enjoying it safely.

Protecting Your Skin With Sunscreen

Sunscreen is not optional in the summer. It is protection. It is prevention. It is care. And yes, even if you have melanated skin, you still need sunscreen. Melanin gives you a natural shield, but it does not block all UV rays. Sun damage can still happen, and it can happen quietly.

Choose a sunscreen with ...

Un Goût d’Éternité

In the midnight hour as I cross your mind

The je ne sais quoi behind my seductive rhythms

In bed as you’re laying alone

Mm... as you’re privately stroking your male testosterone

Fantasies to indulge dancing in your head

Instilling an infusion of your rapture into me who also lies alone in her bed

Can I share your blanket, my love, in the cloak of midnight, instill my temple with your manly heat

Tenderly kiss my lips, warm the soles of my feet

Blending our Chi's when our spirits meet

Mentally licking up and down your taut ego, as if you are lying on my satin-covered sheets

They say first come, first serve

Mm... between my thighs you kneel, your tongue dips, slips as it curves

Juliet feeling the passionate storm from her Romeo, my curvaceous body his private show

My sacred chakra he soars, ecstasy in tow

Legs in the air, toes cur...

Soul Asunder

Give me divinity’s purpose or give me earthly rest

Like Spring that flies home to the bosom of Heaven’s winter nest

Smile in grace in perilous times as the sky remains high

The road to mental and spiritual salvation is not wide

Within my journey, roadblocks to hinder, reach out your hand and we shall pull each other up

We have stories, mantras, which must be told, sipped from one person to the next out of the Holy Grail’s cup

Hungering for soulful connections, yet throwing stones at best, weapons when dealt

Someone once said, sticks and stones may break bones, but words will never hurt me

That same person must have been blind and could not read the manifesto of someone’s malevolent creed

Whispers sent above revered in love

Where do crying souls go when the mind and heart need to mend

Shooting bloody arrows on earth when Thy kingdom of the bruised heel commends

Kn...

Where Art Thy Woman

Her miraculous womb expatriating the world within the palm of her hands

Poignant to the masculinity of man’s intellect

Taking him deeper into the sanctum of her liberation

Where the binary of books could never misconstrue the freedom of her revelations

As she bows to the fruitful sacred offerings of Mother Nature’s labor

Unwavering in the quest of her quiet storm

Teaching the ancient secrets of the universe to the unheard cries of her unborn

Bowing in her stance upon the ground of her sacred passage

The thought process she speaks from, civillizations materialized 

Generation uprising from a single drop of her life-form

Kings and Queens tasting the freedom from the gift of her placenta

Her worth bestowed on self-salutations of its grandeur

Cloaked in the state of her femininity she marvels in her divine being

For no reason to be distor...