An Evening Of Comforting My Mind

Based On A True Story

Washington, D.C

There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience

Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values 
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence 

A unity of mentalities who shared the evening to submerge with great food and good company
With my glass of white wine in hand
Circulating my presence among the conversing population
I credit my existence in balancing heart, mind, body, and soul as I gain insight of my when, where, and how as I stand in the moment of time
Assessing the sphere of my stalwart aura
Within the creation of time, feeling my worth

In taking inventory of my surroundings
I’ve noticed this gentleman in attendance who continued to keep tabs on my immediate whereabouts
He was an attractive man matured in grace, in his element of Rastafarian, well maintained dreads and dressed in a white dashiki and white pants 
Someone of his quiet caliber if I was in New York, I would have made my time available
However, I was restful vacation to relive the adventures of my life

When glancing up at the Eastern stars at night 
Connecting with my inner being as I find peace and the meaning of life
And on this self-discovering journey give compassion to everyone who I encounter 
I saw this handsome image of God’s man slowly approaching 
I eased into the crowd, concealing my presence, collecting my thoughts to be receptive 
My two besties had other plans that evening and I had to make an appearance in lieu of being hospitable
I placed my empty glass on the buffet table and lifted another glass of white wine
The soft jazz ballads set the tone and mood for the evening ahead

The effects of the wine welcomed my inner animalistic spirit
Embracing the two of my brain’s hemisphere
Hey there pretty lady, are you running from thee eyes
Mm… his voice was from a time I could not place 
The masculinity of his scent captured my nostrils 

Placing my feet under arrest
I smiled at his Jamaican accent and slowly turned around
A picture is worth a thousand words
Mm… is the only thought that can describe when the eyes are appreciative to what it sees

 
The man was so much better looking up close and personal
We exchanged pleasantries
We shared our humbly expressions about life and denied liberty
I felt the blanket of his soul awash me
Verbal masturbation as we blended vowels and syllable of our words
My Sapiosexual nature feeling each importance of his reflections, his whispered assurance caressed my skin
I felt his candlelight deep in my soul, coating my mind, falling into the hypnotic ambience of his 

 
He told me spiritual theories that still has my mind thinking above the clouds
Amid our conversation, he professed the secrets of the universe offering a me of a better understanding
His was so deep inside my mind until our thoughts and words were blending
Such a wonderful intellect he displayed giving me a mental climax
I needed, wanted more
We stood naked in our truth
Inquisitiveness mirrored in our eyes
Giving each other the properties of being wisely invested in the space we have designed

 
To accept the foundation of him being original man and this Queen, the original woman
He was astounded by some of my perceptions, and views
His mouth, when he talked carried the force behind his words, captivating my attention
Before we discontinued our conversion, he advised me to watch for the skies
When those portals are open
Permitted the ancestors of old to guide in all spiritual forces

That was a beautiful memory always to keep 

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