Blue Papillon (Echoes Beyond The Stratosphere)
Your wings flapping as destiny shall continue on
Reminisce of once was, sings the lyrics of yesterday’s song
Your greatest courage, your unwavering strength
Our hearts, our passion, fused as ecstasy commenced
Soft whispers, so beautifully heard in the yowls of the wind
My Chi feels the divinity as our souls tenderly blend
Compassion found in the serenity of my ears forevermore I shall lend
Lay upon my bosom, my love, close your eyes
Shh… reincarnation meeting of Heaven’s blessings felt beyond the sunrise
Let me honor the strength of your royalty, your birthright, your generational claim
The nocturnal sacred oil of my Nubian temple I give unto you, in Yeshua’s name
My Papillon, oh, my handsome Papillon, my enchanting whispers are so near
The locket of my heart, the key you possess to unlock, cherishing my earthly intellectual souvenirs
Echo my name in the land ... |
Dear Wifey
Dear Wifey-based on the novel Shadows of Obsession by Kemy and Creative Universe Partner Aszar follows the unraveling of a love that was never meant to survive.
What begins as desire spirals into betrayal, regret, and a dangerous fixation that refuses to die. Every choice pulls the characters deeper into a maze of secrets, blurred truths, and emotional traps they cannot escape.
Every choice pulls the characters deeper into a maze of secrets, blurred truths, and emotional traps they cannot escape.
This episode exposes the quiet lies lovers tell themselves, the hidden wounds they carry, and the obsession that grows when affection turns into something darker. Nothing is what it seems. Every confession hides another truth. Every truth hides another twist.
By the time the final reveal arrives, the question is no longer who betrayed whom, but how far obsession will go when it believes it is owed something.
A ... |
My Feet Are Tired And I Need A Bed To Rest In
My feet are tired and I need a bed to rest in
Let evening captivate my spirit and quiet my bones
A place in time to allow the caresses of the moonlight resonate my moans
The radiance of gentleness soothes my skin
Where night forgives the day I remain in
Allow tender silence to cascade the halo of my mind
Upon the calling of the wind leave forgotten hours behind
My feet are tired and I need a bed to rest in
A quiet corner carved from velvet air
In the dusk of dawn breath becomes a tide without despair
Let soft horizons cradle all I say all that I feel
Where stars lean close to help the portal of my soul spiritually heal
A quiet sanctuary that knows the rhythm of my rest
Kisses against my skin from love who holds me against their chest
My feet are tired and I need a bed to rest in
Pamper every soft ache
In words that never make me wait
Whisper, you miss me our cl... |
Ahh,The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it comes to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend your universal aura, kiss the Hebrew stars found in your sacred soul... |
Softly Oxygenating That Cerebral Cortex
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe
Echoes turning, twisting, as the carnal urges of the universe blissfully weave
You forgot my upswept hair
Just in case tonight, he might need some salacious care
While I am taking him there
The man across the room his persona is going home with me
That pocket watch hanging off the fob chain of his double-breasted Zoot Suit
Girl, he looks so fine and handsome, he all ripe, I would love a serving of his Blackberry juice
Moorish man hold your torch up to the Sky
You feel that thunder quaking under your feet as you are galloping toward your ascending prize
Bury anything else that ain’t from the Sky
I wonder what’s his title, his name
With a muscular build like that, he can tango with me
And then that Cat Daddy can let me go after I done came and came
Sedated after he done made me rain
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Reveal What Your Soul Asks Of Mine
Reveal What Your Soul Asks Of Mine
A man shall never journey his path through life being lonely
A queen, a nurse, a poetess, his astral muse, his tender macaroni
Who dare says love cannot be rendered from the sky
God loaned it unto earthlings without any subtle doubts, no cosmic whys
Mental entangled juices
Silken dialect whispered, freeing his pearly flow satisfaction of uses
Reveal What Your Soul Asks Of Mine
You have baptized my mind
Tipping the scales of fate, surrendering echoes within a different celestial time
Praying for hope, dreams, pants of Heavenly communion
A congregation of moans and groans in harmonic union
Kneeling at the throne of pearly gates
The stairs of Heaven we climb, blending our souls we anticipate
Touch me, my love, no, feel the core of me...
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My Celestial Gift
Words gently spoken, the essence from a Muse’s gist
A kiss of scented Heaven’s mist
Can you feel it to your lips
Inhale the sweetened fragrance on the winds as it softly drifts
Around you, to you, for you
Thy unending heartbeat of thy muse
Caressing as a warm sprinkle coating the mind, the body, and the soul
Love as one, no asunder as hearts patrol
Lineage, doctrine of its universal love
Foretold astronomy, sought from above
Entwined ambiances seeking the afterlife thereof
Such wondrous treasures given of timeless love stories
Passionately touched by all its splendid glories
Secrets found within the star’s alignment
The allurement of fate cast with no resentments to circumvent
A jeweled celestial crown cherished within my hand
My compass laid upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed, a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from th... |
Love Faces (Bedroom Stories II of III)
A delectable sweetened treat
Naked essence where fused reality and dreams meet
Basking in the tropical heat all alone
Standing among Mother Nature, a cleansing to atone
Mm, your wishes have become my softened soap
Worshiping over every curvature slope
Calloused palms slowly contouring my voluptuous body
Pleasure given unto a sultry loving hottie
Intoxicating like a relaxing toddy
From my feet, slowly caressing up my legs
Between my buttocks as your tongue silently begs
Planting tiny kisses to my silken mist, parting my thighs wider for the sniff of your gift
A tantalizing lick, then nursing on my slit
Yearning for the sweetened salivating of its taste
Soapy bubbles cascading down my back, settling, water in wait
Stalling the path, the tip of your tongue trouncing here, teasing right there
Lipping my fine downy hairs
Standing and hurrying away to get a towe... |
Mm... Just Poetic Vibing (Bedtime Stories I of III)
Mm... to whoever the tender energy of my embracing words my touch
I feel the softest faint of your aura, slow down, relax, there’s no rush
Can you be my page, just for the night, I heard your mind and the promises, the what if, when the beginning of our souls meet
Come closer, yes, just a little inch, pretty please
I want to curl up with the wonders of your being
Whisper in your ear the linguistics of my divine
Cradling you against the sanctuary of my supple skin
The nature of your hard pressed philosophy
Toppling upon this blessed communion as you ease into the vortex of my soul
The essence of my Holy Grail saturating the purpose of your offerings
Deafening thunder in the distance found in the absence of passion’s embrace
Into the nectar of my pulsate, thrusting over and over again, into my sacred womb
Moistening the layers of my chasm
Mm… you so close, my love
Yes, this is t... |
Infinity Compassion (Midnight Oracles)
Come my love in the temple of my mind
Let yourself submerge in my indulgent current of time
Where love for the eyes in midnight oracles shall wondrously appear
A place of humbleness devoid of man’s vile, his warfare, his silent tears
Allow me to reminisce in benediction of merriment’s yesteryears
Promises to the heart to surrender until the tenderness of my supple skin
Bodies pasted as we bathed in the depth of the Nile, let my cooing whispers echo our sentiments as way back when
A Queen of Egypt by the hieroglyphics embedded upon walls
Cleopatra’s elegance, Queen of Sheba’s grace to have charmed the greatness, my curvaceous mystique has allured them all
Unto the fierce Kings, I am his beautiful accessory upon the throne to preserve his kingdom, elevate his intellect in battle from an imperial fall
I am the silent clandestine when royalty desires the hunger of nightly passion
My spirit, unto a ... |
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