Do you yearn to praise me in the crest of my temple ...do you crave and want to savor my... femininity...or is it the subtlety...in my body language... could it be the conduct of my deep conversations that alters your heart towards my coco complexion. Does my loyalty resembles that of your Mother's... Do you find my bosom... A tad bit ...more trust worthy... forsaking my name...known sincerely as "your cherie amour" ... Do you anticipate my creative imagination....procreating underneath the Cosmos...blending in with nature...and when I call out your name will it be the sounds of that old familiar love song...you know...oh baby baby ... Will you handle me with care. Can you tempt my demeanor....Dear, is it possible...do you see me in your future...do you?
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mrmelody7 says: Mz Steph this is hot like the 3 point shooting of Golden State Warriors Steph Curry very imaginative testing reality write |
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mlowe5 says: Goal and gold. In due time, all comes into the here and now of procreation. Thanks for sharing this thought provoking creation of us all. A powerful pen indeed! Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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gmcgee325 says: He most definitely better SYQ222 â¤ï¸ |
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SYQ222 says: Thanks yall. |
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LP45 says: This was an awesome read SYQ, Anyone would be a fool not to. Thank you for sharing this. |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you!!! |
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Elvan says: Revealing, contemplating and contentious. |
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SYQ222 says: Thanks |
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Do You?Do you yearn to praise me in the crest of my temple ...do you crave and want to savor my... femininity...or is it the subtlety...in my body language... could it be the conduct of my deep conversations that alters your heart towards my coco complexion. Does my loyalty resembles that of your Mother's... Do you find my bosom... A tad bit ...more trust worthy... forsaking my name...known sincerely as "your cherie amour" ... Do you anticipate my creative imagination....procreating underneath the Cosmos...blending in with nature...and when I call out your name will it be the sounds of that old familiar love song...you know...oh baby baby ... Will you handle me with care. Can you tempt my demeanor....Dear, is it possible...do you see me in your future...do you?  |
Stay TuneHe was 50 million lightyears away I met him on the horizon. We dined on the nile river. He introduced me an Eygptian Pharo and I ate of a strange black fruit that tasted like chocolate and watermelon. I knew he wasn't from Main or Chicago because he spoke with a whimsical vernacular. He had an atypical behavior....he wasn't black nor was he white.. he was just tight. I said where are you from, he just smile and pointed towards the edge of the sea and the sun. I asked him if I could go there... where he was from....he smiled and said, "Dear you've lived there twice. I'm just keeping my promise, I told you that I would come back to get you. Damn...he was my soul mate the love of my life coming to get me ...from another life. |
Subliminal ManSelf-possesed and self proclaimed smoother than the sounds of a five part harmony. Cruising through the doors as if he's walkin on set of... twenty fours. Low-key and vetted in the streets know how to maneuver though the bull while holding down a 9 to 5...Sounds like a man I like to meet. He's is sweet but gotta hell of a mean streak...who he be...."I dont know but I wish he...be with me"..... I'll just call him delicious.... He gone be my almond joy....holding a lot in his pockets. Take me to the stars on your rocket. " girl... "What his name be?" ....um..I hope to call him mine. Let me play it off, don't want him to think I'm too thirsty but in about 5...minutes, I'm get clever and make him mines... forever. "Here he comes" um.. Ooh No he didnt, is he playing games....he done broke my heart....he done betrayed me...why is he hangin out with Blondie...he like white gurls. Damn... he got jungle fever... |
Black LoveIt was random, although the night was intentional. You touched my inner being like delicate fine art. The steadiness of your hands gathered my reluctance like bouquet of white roses and directed it into free submission. It seemed as if you were fluent in the language of my pulsating heart. My flesh became immortal for a moment in time. My better judgement went off like a siren, but it was much too late, so precise, you were ahead of the game. So, we became in-sync like two beating drums, creating our own tunes and passionate, as we reunited two different cultures, two estranged tribes from our origin, near the edge of the sea, off the coast of, Mother Africa. |