Hoodoo

Baba

Make love to me,

& whisper things my father should have said..

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I become aroused with knowing, 

How shamelessly intrigued I am, how I’ve always been by the appeal of dramatic affect,

That I have a flare for the predatory nature, 

Deeply rooted in the masculine counterpart.

& in knowing, I realize the frailness of my divine feminine, 

To be taken into the arms of a God, 

Ravished over and over, 

I feel so Alive.

Hoodoo

There’s a stillness here,

It’s quiet,

Perhaps he’s started to become aware of my energies,

For you,

You see, I’ve tried relentlessly to drown out the sounds of your voice, 

your stride,

The way you smell naturally,

How you touch my skin with your hands, 

Penetration,

& All for not, 

My love, it’s  been two years since I’ve nestled under you, 

Yet, I can’t manage to blot the stains..