I AM… He IS

I am his, he is mine
I am the glass he pours into, I am his vintage wine
Before I tell you, I must mention
I am his universal Queen, his divine mission
When his heart feels sad, his presence is off-centered, a gravitational loss
His bed covers from a lack of missing my energy in the heat of the night tossed

I am his wishing well, his energy he misses into my love, he needs that smooth Aquarian water flow
Cleansing his temple from head to toe
I cannot count the time
When that esoteric of my Hebrew divine
He searches for the absence of his heart, he knows it’s in my sublime
I am the heart when you do not hear his tears
To sever the placenta cord, my care only brings earthly fears

I am the Guardian Knot who holds his mind together in the dark
Eradicating his uncertainty to give him back his spiritual spark
He’s my beginning, my end, and my love in the middle, a beautiful choice, he reads me like a book, his favorite midnight viewing Kindle
I do not chase his love, it is upon my heart he lays the foundation of his trust, in the quest for his self-respect for when he’s between my thighs, thrusting all up in my creamy middle
My need, my care
I am the strands who strengthen his footsteps, found upon the spectra of his hair
Giving him vigor, the birthright of a King’s creed
My intellect he craves when he feels the need
To emotionally bleed

I am
He is my Black Panther Adonis where he stands
He is my protector, he will testify that among his Ankh and give you a why, and that is no lie
I am his Heavenly Halo, he is my Royal Crown
Upon my satin sheets with my back arched, addicting me time after time when his tongue goes down
In the act of passion, my soft moans, his throaty groans are the sheet music of our sounds
My benefactor
Within our ancient lineage I am his sultry actress, he is my soulful actor
I am his Nirvana found in his Heavenly dreams
He gives me the seeds of his pearly steams
I am the door to his wisdom, the window of his knowledge, in Allah’s ordainment we come together in trust

There’s power in that cosmic rush, the blessed lush, the remnants from our lust
We are entwined
Our bed is way beyond cloud nine
In faith, we do not cast pearls before swine
Our love is too divine
To touch the helm of my love
He knows it is always ordained and from Him, from which, we receive from above
He’s my Moon at night, my Sun upon the Grand Rising of my day
He’s my Psalms on my knees when I pray
I told you I thought I would mention
We allow no man or woman to asunder within the sacred circle of this 3-D dimension

I am…mmm He IS

Immortal Gods' Week

Yoruba God Ogun (Ogun)

In Yoruba tradition, Ogun is assocaited with iron, metalworking, hunting, warfare, strength, diligence, and courage.

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