Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

My Power Confessed By The Tongue (Olorun, An Orisha God)

Olorun, also known as Olodumare, is the supreme deity in Yoruba religion. He is considered the creator of the universe and the source of all life and energy. Olorun is often depicted as a distant and all-powerful god who delegates the management of the world to other deities, known as Orishas.


It would not be fair, my Queen, to avoid some of my Goddesses into your equation of time
Skin so soft, minds of grace, where lips to a man's mouth taste like the spiritual juices sapped from my grapevines
I am the overseer, and I see all
Love, deception, and treachery, my Queens bow as they softly enthrall
You could say a man is never happy with just one hole in his cup

He needs love, from one, peace, from another, and the soulful enticements to his loins from a Yoruba Goddess to sup
Meet my mind upon the clouds where love reign down
I see you clearly, my Heavenly Queen, I swarm around your spirit, your heart, without making a human sound
Come with me and explore the divine realm above
Give your heart unto me, my ancient Queen, only you know how to spread the blanket to receive my timeless love

Here I stand, my handsome God
I hear the galloping of your hooves, the thunderous movement from your rod
I can tenderly beseech you without speech
As I am loving you until a climatic high, we both shall reach
Mm... kisses up my spine, is that the lesson as you dip deeper into my mind
Oh yes, my love, tell me the wonders of this ancient world
As you teach me, allow the mysteries of my intellect to tenderly unfurl

Within this dimension, I am the Angel Queen
The mortals enticing lullaby wet dreams
As we close our eyes, beautifully merging our Chi's
I soar them to Heaven, to give enlightenment to the fragility of their souls for what it may seen
Comforting to the day, as by night, their uplifting incantations, their earthly solid blessings coveting the creamy center between my halo, honeyed wings
In my cradle of my serenity, I shower my holistic care to those esoteric human beings

Softly Wading In My Silken Saturation (In The Cradle Of A God's Arms)


Obatala: The Orisha of light, purity, and wisdom, often associated with creation and the molding of human beings

Oshun: The Orisha of love, beauty, and fertility, often depicted as a river Goddess

Life is meant to be enjoyed, daily supped on all its beautiful pyramids of ancient affiliations      
Revered in all its spiritual dedications    
Life and rebirth, no death of a vessel of ascension    
Your soul’s energy is the book written upon your past lives, your earthly foundation    

Uprise from this 3-D dimension, filtered with hate, and strife, the blueprint of your narrations    
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of higher vibrations    
Beyond that pineal gland, it’s yours to partake as we all stand on tainted gravity      
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered enjoy in that beautiful cosmic duality        
 
A spark of love, hope, dreams without manmade hindrance, deterrence, gives rise to forward footsteps not taken in the hesitation            
Pillars of salt thrown in the favorable mix            
Judgments of presence while learning from the same sky, voices allocating to be the next hit                
In carnage, the serpent cries when his tail flips              
Intellectual of wisdom devoid of divine true gifts                

Given from the Crown, deprived of thy head                
Your actions, your self-damnation, your two-edge sword dialect, a dark place where your purpose has been led    
Wake up.. wake up... you are your own destiny, believe in it    
No matter the struggles, no matter the tides, no matter how the gust of winds may shift                  
             
Be you, always, loving the thrill of his free will
Come join me in our earthy oasis where time stands still    
Moorish man in the energy of creation      
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating  
   
I like where he places his tongue      
Betwixt my thighs when passion is on the run
A blessing between the Moon and the Sun    
If I flutter my eyes close    
In the privacy of undulated darkness his love I console  
Can I feel your touch    
He craves my taste in the flavor of my gush  
Manifesting his sacred wishes all over my body    
Seeking my garden of approval from this Yoruba Goddess, his nighttime hot tottie    
   
The sashay in my words, groomed for only him  
The imprisonment of my skin under his given on a surrendering whim    
Writing, peeking, my stilettoes, seeking      
He is my five star wishing, silent in the stars, when he is poetic stalking

Pinky swearing
Hard edge when he's my ear Rumi declaring
Mesmerizing me when his light into my eyes is blaring
My curvaceous hips, ruby red lips, he's forevermore, staring    
Mm... I get turned on, finger worshipping when I feel him straight to me walking    
   
He loves my sacred H2O to wash all over his intellect    
Cleansing his aura with my House Of Chakras when I'm wet      
Before he sinks back down into the depths of reality    
Weighing me down on the bliss of its foray principality    
Serenading the uplifting of my womb with each of his downward thrusts
In the care of my needs, my wants, in him I trust    
   
Calling out my name as his soul covet my sugar walls      
The enticement of my wetness as my rose petals he follows, never allowing me to fall    
The scent of my desires keeps him galloping steeper    
The cries of my passion he slips, soothing the ache inside me deeper    
Losing myself in his greedy aggression, this Yoruba God is a keeper
   
His shallow breaths labored, crooning to my supple flesh    
The metamorphoses of yearns to crave consuming him, me, as our spirits mesh  
In the cocoon of our warmth blessed by the covet of our universal sheets    
His soul bathing in the ingress of my pinkish salvation    
Mm..hummm  
He's softly wading in the buoyancy of my silken saturation  
   

Within My Heavenly Father’s House No Weapons Formed Against Me Shall Prosper (Oya)

The Yoruba pantheon is rich with deities known as Orishas, each representing various aspects of life and nature. Here are some notable Yoruba goddesses

Oya: The Goddess of winds, storms, and transformation. She is also linked to the Niger River

Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy Creole skin I softly titillate          
My passion, my desires, will be the rewards to thwart a downwards fate            
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular spines            
Within the pages of my existence, once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, rash action, suffering eludes the destiny of my time          
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind            
Scented flesh, potency as a spell, when devoid of sips of sweeten wine    
The intoxication of a drunk mind speaks a sober tongue    
In its incoherence, we discern the meaning why their eyes have come undone    
In the need of the light, but still cannot feel the warmth of the Sun    
                 
One by one            
My siren calls to uprise mankind from self-harboring doom and gloom    
Suffrage under the forsaken, when the truth gets scorned by the intellect who have sealed their own tomb            
Nakedness in the lust of mortal men minds, I love when they eagerly come            
The stairs of divinity, the justice in my renunciation to peruse            
The power of my enticing cradlesongs, high vibrational, the Mothership guides my journey, the direction I shall never with awoken eyes refuse          
     
Upholding my throne of devotion, your pilgrimage you must bear to be taken across vast oceans    
I light the path for you to see the world as is, allow your eyes to perceive            
Makeshift love for the eyes to believe    
The emotions of hunger you have my oath of satisfying the spirit of your soul I shall appease        
Take it around the world to see the madness, the chaos, then enlightened it by ninety degrees    
That far up, why would a soul want to fall down    
Upon a land where sins make not sound        
           
My dialect, my touches, my rose covered bed, you sink deeper, I prevail            
Spinning entwined incantations to Hebrew Kings, the 33rd power lucidness tales    
No time to be exhausted, get up and move, find that unique groove    
There will be a day when limbs refuse to adhere, an aged fragile mind on borrowed time, labored breaths begging the almighty for eternal rest    
Upon your Grand Rising bless the universe, do something wonderful, caring, whereas, when you look back upon this domain you have no regrets    
 
Why must we fear only when we get older, the rite of passage given through impending death    
Those who have humbly lived in the eyes of others, have already lived for self    
Bring no tears they shall always remain upon Earth    
It pleases me to honor any mortal who speaks of cosmic rebirth    
My passion, my glory, this vessel has passed through many storms    
To reach your hand, teach you to understand, or preach the depopulation threatening vast lands    
 
A man shall leave his mother and father to find his own footing in life    
The human spirit can be such a beautiful presence to be within, once you silence the mouths of discord, step around the company of strife                    
Lineage was the cornerstone devoured by royal bloodlines    
Spitting out the marrow as hearts now bleed in the devilish burning wishing well, I speak my reality in the gray areas of the divine    
No one is perfect, you astral project through those portals there is no one of your own kind    
Sometimes you must feel around in the dark to appreciate the direction of the light            
Is there anyone out there still here today, refusing the temptation of deprivation that wreaks havoc on the soul    
No faith heard in the chants ushered beyond the clouds, descending into the afterlife, now wondering why their mortality to horns must now pay the toll                    
 
Eyes closed, surrendering in the abyss of the release, sacrificed hearts,    
Emptiness is owning the pulsating chamber’s lease            
Life forces drained in the sensual rewards of destruction            
Woven and spineless, voices in union, cries, uprise in corruption            
The corridor of my soft awareness, yearns, from the alluring of my cajoling voice            
The road paved to Hell without directions, having no conscious or obsolete to think with a sound choice    
Infatuation my mystical infinity’s kiss            
Submitting one’s will to pleasure the sacredness of self as a consecrated gift    
 
 
 
“Assalam Alaikum to the Sun”
“Shalom to the Moon”

"Testing"

lepperochan said:"Testing"

My soft🌻always for you.

A Station Break

“If You Like Making Love At Midnight Then Cum With Me And Escape
   
Me and my bestie walked into this pub, and I positioned my derriere on a wooden stool    
Cruising my surroundings, I saw a handsome gentleman nursing a beer, somehow our eyes did meet    
Flashing him my coy smile, then turned my head, pretending to be shy    
Counting the moments before he made an appearance, with him I see a long night to past the rays of a sunrise    
He looked so good, bowlegged, muscular in all the right places and my eyes did not miss his pelvic bulge    
Mm… a tantalizing appetizer for my mouth to indulge    
Then letting my tight cunt milk his arousal., while he thrusts in the depth of this melting chocolate fudge    
My bestie nudged me      
I sensed his approaching in my peripheral vision, what a fucking tease in those black jeans    
   
Oh yes, hard eye candy in sheets and me on top    
Palming my hips, his dick tapping all up in my g-stop      
Having my pores seeping while loving the way he has my cherry about to pop    
Moaning...  oh baby… yes...yes.. yes  oh, God don’t stop    
Good evening, ladies. He turned toward me, I like your shirt, it fits the face    
Licking me lips, his desires, his passion, his sweaty skin, my mind wanted to taste    
I’m sorry thank you    
He leaned into my ear, and whispered, “Can I have this dance.”    
I would never pass the chance, to be enwrapped in his arm, engulfed in his many scent, a thigh-to-thigh romance    
   
I was led to the center of the bar’s dance floor, other tables limited our space    
He pulled me closer, I inched in more, making sure no gap between us as benefited our bodies blended in a smooth pace    
His calloused hands felt divine roaming all over my lower back    
How did he know I like my spine to be caressed, oh sweet mercy, just like that    
His check against mine, his razor stubbles brushing my skin    
Mm… hum… dreaming of his fingers easing into my pussy, as he pushed them deeper in    
He smelled so darn good    
Mental pictures of me lollipoping his early morning hard wood    
   
I have a hotel suite not too far from here    
I’m sorry, me and bestie do not separate in these times it keeps us safe from facing any unknown fear    
You can bring her, I would like to get to know your better    
He kissed the side of my temple, making my sugar walls even wetter    
Please, you look so damn fine    
I just want to show you some love, while making you mine    
I will give you the address of the hotel and leave a keycard at the front desk if you change your mind    
We can just relax and unwind, the food and alcohol I will provide    
I would like to be a cowgirl and ride this stallion until I’m exhausted and begging for more, while he has me breathless and tongue tied    
He escorted me back to the table, and wrote the address of his hotel down      
He kissed me on my forehead, turned, and walked out the bar, just as sleek as a hushed sound    
   
Later That Evening    
The Ivy Hotel Suite
   
My bestie decided to stay in our suite for the night    
This night was starting out with possibilities and from my perspective alright    
Curiosity had me driving to the address on the folded piece of paper, cunt moistened from the lust between my legs    
My handcuffs and satin blindfold rested on the car seat, mental aphrodisiacs surely to make him beg    
A little naughtiness to give him an ultimate nature rise    
Knowing this handsome man’s tongue will wander up my inner thigh    
Gentleness as he parts my soft folds where his tongue will reside    
Mm... I do love a nasty tongue ride    
As my pussy juices drip to his lips as my flavor and his saliva collide    
Entering his hotel room, with no inhibitions    
In the mood for some BDSM submission    
   
Clothes off in a hurry, I could not wait another moment to feel his heat, love bites to his shoulder real soon    
Rushing me back to his bedroom      
Joining me under a heap of covers    
Locking eyes with this Adonis lover    
He lifted me in haste without any delays      
My tight abyss sliding down a throbbing and hard erection if I must say      
Bounding my wrists behind my back, moving the way his dick inside me was grooving      
Ass flapping my cunt coveting his girth while steadily moving    
Standing up      
My hips palmed, pounding harder up inside my butter rum lover’s cup      
Enfolding me tightly      
Mm… feeling the presence of the first popping of his seeds, as I please his lustful needs      
     
Hands extended over my head      
Deeper and deeper his length sink      
Legs chained around his muscular physique      
Back arched, seesawing our bodies, feening off our uncontrollable desiring greed    
Oh…baby... here…sweet mercy… my head indenting the mattress... passion, ecstasy our bodies feeding the appease  
   
Pureed strawberries and whip cream is warm to the skin when pouring      
Tonight, I want to hear this sleek panther going deeper and deeper, loudly roaring      
My legs bracing his chest, his dick sliding in and out, thrusting and touring      
Oh God yes…the length of his erection invading getting me even wetter behind the carnal attack      
Clenching him tighter, dick shuffling, breasts palmed, arching my back      
Nipple mouthed with a tease, Oh God…you know I like that    
Licking the sweetness off me    
Then kissing me, transferring the elixir into my mouth    
Closing my eyes as his fingers is easing in and out my creamy south    
   
I wanted to know what turns him on      
In the heighten of our sweating bodies shifting sweet melodies
My body become his midnight songs
He stung along and along, mmm...each thrust of his arousal was like a love song    
My supple and perky breasts      
The peaks of transferring sensations set apart from all the rest      
My flat abs, jeweled navel pleasing to his eyes      
Sweet talking in my ear while siding back and forth between my thighs      
Shh…. you feeling this… so take it real slow      
Mm… his cock ring prolonging his blow      
Inching deeper inside me giving me every inch bit by bit    
Tickling feelings radiating from my clit, lubricating my slit      
My pussy gloving the plummeting of his dick      
   
Oh God he has my yoni soaking wet      
Scratching his back, and moaning against his skin to fuck me harder as we’ve never met      
Breasts palmed…the tip of his tongue sailing into my ear      
Whispering for me to satisfy him, droplets of passion is near      
My soft body his pillow      
Cupping my ass, rapture kissing my temple from head down to my toes      
   
Tenderly kissing my lips      
Palming my curvaceous hips      
Legs wrapped around his lower back, my pussy kissing his hard dick    
Oh yes… getting high from the liquid sensation in his length of his hard persuasion    
Oh baby… here it... oh sweet mercy, I’m climaxing    
He held me tighter his girth jerked flowed into me without any slacking    
Woo… my heart was still beating fast, panting, speechless      
A warm feeling between my thighs, my body he made melt    
The best liaison this Creole Queen has ever been dealt  
Such a sweet reminisce the heart has ever felt

The Emerald Tablets: Tablet V – The Dweller of Unal

King of the nations, master of wisdom, LIGHT through SUNTAL, Keeper of the way, dwelt in his TEMPLE, the MASTER of UNAL, LIGHT of the Earth in Atlantis’ day.

Your nails lifted as you scratch, claw  
Evil and wickedness evidently does falls                            
Unleashed doom as it floats in the wind                            
Who’s at my door that fate sends                                                      
As a guillotine awaits treason to rear its ugly head                            
Snuffing out souls, while singing ghost lullabies to put you to bed                            
Slicked treachery looms in its own filth of gloom                  
The Holy Quran, forecast the day of uprise                  
As surely as the sun set as surely as it silently rise                  

The shadow of the Hebrew Seer denounces the pilgrimage of earthly doom                  
Your reversed mantras found in your Holy Book                  
Proudly enhances the day of the mark of beast and his Revelation gloom                          
Such foolishness spoken after slithering up from the abyss of hell      
Vanity in pride makes a cracked mirror break upon the swell                                
Foolish pride when one labels self        
Demonic tongue spoken on the run when immortality is dealt                            
Lies to faces has marred the soul who tries to sell                            

In my hand the divine word and the tip of my sword                            
Rubbed in sage as tyranny pours          
Have beheaded many fourscore                                                    
Sent down here to keep wretched spirits drowning in the abyss of a hellish ocean                                
The dragon breathes fire or an emollient bloodsucker to the skin denied healing, no love potion                            
Hidden in the Roman Basilica vaults, you know of my name                            
The concealed identity who was reincarnated to slew, no dark souls has outlasted my flames              
           
What good is a man who gains the world and loses his soul                          
The power of his words, venomous laced with vinegar as a lemon to ears it patrols                        
Slaughtered heads that feed false lies to drop you out without a doubt                                
Burning in the decent of one third of Heaven fallen Angels cursing while heading South                                    
No longer a high honor, no longer you slither, no longer guarding the Garden of Eden flames                                
I am here to converge until your death, then kick you back into the lake of fire scorned by your own pain                                
What was first, shall be last, shall be first again                                
O wandering one who started the sanctuary of sin                                
Snake eyes from a diabolical temple of its origin                                    

Bowing down to the crown who destroys debauchery as souls burn in the dark abyss of sin’s wishing well              
The moon shall not shine as time smite unto earth reveals                          
When the trumpets harken as earth stands still                                        
Seven churches of the undulated broken seals                            
On earth what is this depravation that now slithers on its belly strewn in my path                  
I stand in peace, yet I am universal wraith                            
Harken unto its shadow stalking as a cold breeze
Electric vibrations within humanity to the higher power 33rd degrees                
Honor and love are always found in the heart of my sacred identity                            
                 

High we arose above the Temple, leaving behind the Three and DWELLER, deep in the HALLS ‘neath the Temple, closing the pathway to the LORDS of the Cycles.

Yet ever to him who has knowing, open shall be the path to AMENTI.  

The Emerald Tablets            

Which Greek God/Goddess Aligns With Your Zodiac (The Stars, The Gods, The Goddesses, and Those Fair Princesses)

Giving honor to a Yoruba King and a Yoruba Queen of the Galaxy

The zodiac signs and many other astrological concepts have roots in Greek Mythology. Ancient Greeks were fascinated by the stars and constellations in the night sky. They gave great meaning to the cosmos by aligning each sign of the zodiac with a god or goddess.


The date of your birth determines your horoscope and zodiac sign. Your astrological sign will influence you throughout your life by affecting your moods, desires, and personality traits. Which Greek god or goddess is associated with your zodiac sign? Understanding this information could help you harness your inner powers and reach your true potential.


Aries - Ares
Ares, the god of war, is representative of this strong and eager zodiac sign. If you’re an Aries, you likely share many of the same traits as this fierce god. Individuals born beneath the Aries constellation are motivated by power, ambition, and courage.

Taurus - Hestia
Taurus is aligned with the Greek goddess Hestia. People born with this zodiac sign are practical individuals who crave peace, stability, and comfort. Hestia is the perfect goddess to represent Taurus, since she is known as the humble protectress of homes.

Gemini - Athena
The constellation and zodiac sign for Gemini have rich roots in Greek mythology. If you’re a Gemini, you align with Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Military Victory. Furthermore, you will also feel a connection to the mythological twins Castor and Pollux, who share their names with this constellation’s two brightest stars. Geminis are characterized as being adaptable, communicative, and resourceful.

Cancer - Artemis
The Greek goddess Artemis, ruler of Cancer, is also sometimes known as the Moon Goddess. Artemis symbolizes the empathetic and nurturing nature of this sign, since she has magical powers of healing and immortality. People born beneath the sign of Cancer will carry the protective powers of Artemis within themselves wherever they go.

Leo - Zeus
Zeus, the King of Gods on Mount Olympus, is a powerful figure in Greek mythology. If you are a Leo, you may struggle to balance your ambitions and impulses. Much like Zeus, people born with this sign are motivated by success, energy, and power.

Virgo - Demeter
The goddess Demeter is the ideal embodiment of the gentle, maternal Virgo. Demeter is the Goddess of the Earth and the protector of a bountiful harvest. Similarly, Virgos are guided through life by their sensitivity, empathy, and ability to nurture.

Libra - Aphrodite
If you are a Libra, you are cosmically linked to the Greek goddess Aphrodite. This enchanting Goddess of Love possesses many of the traits associated with the Libra zodiac sign. Aphrodite and individuals born beneath Libra are charismatic, passionate, and skilled at communication.

Scorpio - Hades
Hades, the God of the Underworld, represents the mysterious powers demonstrated in Scorpios. This zodiac sign is often associated with secrecy, boldness, and passion. If you’re a Scorpio, it should fill you with pride to be aligned with such a uniquely powerful figure.

Sagittarius - Dionysus
Dionysus is the perfect deity to represent the fun-loving Sagittarius as the God of Wine. People with this zodiac sign are passionate, flexible, excitable, and love to entertain. If you are a Sagittarius, you may feel a spiritual connection to the wild and spontaneous Dionysus.

Capricorn - Apollo
Capricorns are aligned with the Greek god Apollo, ruler of the sun and master of supernatural healing. This zodiac sign is greatly influenced by a desire for safety and security. Much like Apollo, Capricorns are ambitious, intelligent, and practical.

Aquarius - Prometheus
People born beneath Aquarius are cosmically linked to Prometheus, the God of Creation and Forethought. This alignment will grant you abilities related to communication and teamwork. Furthermore, the constellation Aquarius.

Pisces - Ishtar
Ishtar is a complex figure in Greek mythology that aligns with Pisces by representing fertility, emotion, and passion. People born with this zodiac sign are heavily influenced by their moods and inner desires.


The 12 Princesses of the Zodiac


The Aries Princess is the strong, independent figure, crusader, and champion, willing to stand alone. Such a woman is powered by the love of adventure, passion, and an entrepreneurial spirit. The Arian has a primal quality within, a willingness to stand up for others.

The Taurus Princess is the symbol of fertility and erotic pleasure. An earth goddess, symbolizing the principle of reality, and the rich colors of nature.

The Chinese say that good things come in pairs. For Gemini Princess, duality is an important concept in life. Here we have two feline princesses, for the price of one.

The Cancer Princess is filled with imagining, luminous dreaming, and illuminates the darkness surrounded by thousands of shimmering stars. Everything is more magical in her realm; she will make you aware of all the mysteries of life as well as guiding and protecting the inner-soul.

The Leo Princess revels at being center stage, twirling around in the total brilliance and luminosity that symbolizes all life, vitality, and strength. The holy inner divinity and life-giving source of the Leo story often involve facing the dragon or the serpent or Mother Gothel.

The Virgo Princess focuses on improving the body and mind. Often a more reserved, private, and deeply thinking type. The most unassuming great beauty of the zodiac. The humblest of all the princesses.

The Libra Princess finds joy in harmonizing, in beauty and justice. The type may have to face many jealous rivals. The Libran mirrors others tastes and preferences. The most likeable of them all finds many men (a woodsman and 7 dwarfs to be precise) to aid in times of distress.

The Scorpio Princess is gifted with the ability to unravel mysteries. This dark angel has extreme depth. The Scorpion senses the call of the transformative energy when it’s near.

The Sagittarius Princess is expanding horizons and wants to understand human consciousness, often a teacher for this reason. The fiery gal has an optimistic spirit, large appetite for life and is highly spirited. Watch out for a rowdy and uncontrollable side.

The Capricorn Princess is the one in full command. Building a dazzling city, the type can often be found in isolation, hiding away, and often through circumstances that serve to inhibit delay and cause frustration.

The Aquarius Princess is futuristic and replaces old, outworn structures and improves the world at large. The Aquarian innovative soul is made of stardust, with a talent for illumination.

The Pisces Princess is the deepest on the spiritual level. Shimmering with translucent beauty and bathing in the universality of the human spirit. The enchanting Piscean rules over our oceans of life, filling us with inspiration and cleansing the heart, body, mind, and soul.


Whatever traits you may possess just remember they are uniquely yours.

All information online cited (08-31-24-SKC)

Book Of Egyptology Interpreted For Humanity To Overstand

Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy skin I softly titillate      
My passion, my desires, will be thy downwards fate        
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular’ s spines        
Within my lair once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, infatuation, rash action, suffering        
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind        
Scented flesh, potency as a spell, devoid of sips of sweeten wine        
       
One by one        
My siren calls to gloom unto suffrage under the forsaken of my tongue        
Nakedness in the lust of immortal men minds they eagerly come        
The stairs of divinity I have unjustly in my renunciation never to peruse        
The power of her enticing lullabies no man shall blindly refuse        
Inholding unto my legion I deceive        
Makeshift love bits for the eyes to believe, the emotions of hunger to appease        
       
My dialect, my touches, my rose covered bed, you sink deeper, I prevail        
Spinning entwines lucidness tales        
Devouring bloodlines, then spitting the marrow as hearts bleed into the devilish burning wishing well        
Like a spider slinking on the road to the beguiling soul        
Refusing deprivation, the uplifted to the clouds, descending into the afterlife, now exchanging mortality to horns to pay the toll        
       
Eyes closed, surrendering in the abyss of the release, eaten hearts, emptiness is owning the pulsating chamber’s lease        
Life forces drained in the sensual rewards of destruction        
Woven and spineless, voices in union, cries, uprise in corruption        
Worshipping to thee no harmony to console.
You taste of my transformation into the afterlife savored upon lips as my rebirth earthly patrols  

The corridor of my soft awareness, yearns, I come to seduce, from the alluring of my cajoling voice        
The road paved to the illumination of RA within directions, signed my name in your blood, having no conscious or obsolete to think with a sound choice
Infatuation of the Pharaoh’s tainted kiss        
Venomous liaisons shielded by the Ankh’s as the wearer gift        
Submitting one’s will to pleasure the sacredness of self as to not befallen into the darken abyss    

Beckoning Whispers From The Waterloo (Part I)

Closing my eyes, inhaling once again the assurance from his touch    
Tenderly cradled in the Nirvana of his warmth, time sanding still captive me in no rush        
Pastoring unto the wisdom of my eager alluring soul          
Obsession, lust, his hard passion to the window of my aura he consoles    
Blanketing my heart, making love to upon the silk sheets of my asunder intellect      
The purity of my soul, his innovation felt  
His beckoning voice echoes in the galaxy makes my seven chakras wet, my Crown mystique he softly melt  
Bodies colliding in the entwine of midnight oasis      
The entanglement of our nebulas blending in the bliss    
        
The ritual of my calling he beckons to my soft sense of joviality        
The silent introduction of his wanted touch, yearned, craved loving his metaphoric tease  
My skin tingling upon the anticipation      
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar this is the will of our creation        
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull        
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, my honey a stratosphere savoring spoonful      
Slowly dispensing the cloth of deterred hindrance      
My salvation, his deliverance      
   
My River King, I hear your voice throughout the cosmic as you my love kisses upon your cheek far and wide  
Close your eyes, and allow me to covet your mind until you can feel my inhale as our exhale breathlessly collide  
Yes, dip your hard quill deep into your ink and gift the softness of my mind  
Savoring the taste of me from off your lips, feening for my whispers, my soft purrs  
Resonating at dusk, enticing you in my fragranced sheets in prime time  
I had a dream last night you made the essence of my aura softly cream    
Making the most tender love to your chin, slopping your beard    
Mm... leaving traces of me in your saturated strands, sniff under your nose knowing you were here    
   
Whispers in my ear throughout the night    
His teeth, softly teasing my earlobe… Oh, God once he eases into my soul, his presence feels so right    
The equilibrium to my mind he balances when the duality of our minds is on a spiritual flight  
Was it the words you sing to me like an arrogant hummingbird    
Tip toeing around my Chi… yet your desires are always heard  
No need to ever guess, no need to ask the tender winds of the Earth  
Fire and Air is the cosmic kiss to the afterlife of evolution’s worth  
      
Flipping the covers back licking my fingers than sliding them inside my kitty cat    
I felt a soft caress to my cheek    
Where virtual and reality has come to meet    
I heard you summoning for me    
Tonight, my back arched, mm... he taste of thee    
Tendering worshipping my persona… my eyes in rapid eye movement    
The feel of his tongue swirling over my soft folds, this is meant    
Dazing me in my slumber    
He’s winter and I’m summer    
He plays my mind likes he’s savored my passion in the fifth wonder    
          
He leaned over and lifted a vine of soft grapes, and placed them between my mounds        
He leaned his face inward and bit into the fruit licking the juices as it rivered down  
Then transferring the pulp as our tongues hungrily entwined        
Holding the sides of my face... his saliva now my sweeten taste    
Engulfed in his mind keeps me moist for the wait  
He fulfils my sacred Candyland now as before  
I need him inside my honeypot even more          

To Be As One With Self

I am the beguiling world behind the softness of the moon              
Where ancient secrets of the mind looms              
The spirit of my staff touched waters where Moses was drawn from the Nile and blessed the streams that flowed from the Blue Lagoon  
Prophecy is an act of faith which shadows its path              
In the mirror reflective eyes sees, wraith, doom, despair, yet devoid of peace the incoming equation of earthly math                      
The Knights of the round table marched in battle within the flag, peace I swayed              
Catholics slaughtered the Templers for practicing ungodly rage              
             
My fingers glide, my sacred gift, from my mother’s third eye vison, to see, and feel the pulsate sights as once Nostradamus              
The clarity so clear as a window from history to my nostrils drift the smell of another place, another time I slip              
The tears of Mary Magdalene seeped on that hill in Golgotha, her presence Jesus took reverence in I beseech              
A man she loved of spirituality who died in vain from his mouth he did teach            
Love, honor, and obey, the golden rule of life He unto his disciples he did preach              
The religions of the world, yet no one heart stands to be right              
To give us the laws of the Freemasons, the SkullsandBones, the Illuminati, and mood altering medication to control thoughts with hidden mind control infused with government plights              
             
Close your eyes and listen to what your pineal gland tells you              
It is the code of your DNA, the core to the wonders of the word, the morality you crave you cannot get by eating luxury processed toxic food              
Sit, meditate, and listen to Mother Nature when she cries              
The trees are disappearing, cloud seeding, pollution, not enough bees to pollinate, and no one can tell you why              
Unexplained dead foul polluting the seas, the land, housed with maggots and flies              
The mystic chants of Proverbs, Psalms, the truth of earthly justice, oh my              
 
In the Motherland, poachers still killing the beautiful beasts of the land that runs so free              
Netting, encasing them in Zoological cages and allow people to pay to see              
Look around the world and see what we’ve sown              
Out of the womb a baby is born in such a blessed time, but what can we offer in a life less perfected of serenity, prosperity, and false promises until their full grown              
Viruses, plagues, shortages, inflation, recession, and tainted baby food with lead              
Not my words, this is what the government has professed, investigated, and said              
             
The hushed secrets of the seven seas              
Where the siren calls to lure the make believe              
The tide washes the footprints of time riddled upon the land              
Overtaken the shores to cleanse the fallacies of woman, child, and man              
What do You see when you look at the sun              
On the other side of life, it rises on another Kingdom              
The balminess to the skin it soothes until it sets on the earth              
Bowed heads, rested upon knees, the sun streaming from the glasses of Mosque, as unified chants to Allah echoed in religion rebirth    
The beautiful oceans intellectual minds have come to sail              
Is there truly a Heaven and Hell              
Is the meaning of life found only in the existence of my inhale and exhale              
             
Tell me before the rains come as sure as the thunder and lightning marked              
Artificial intelligence, throughout charged gigabytes sparked              
Erected towers, wireless connections              
The new wave of communication allegiance of the United Nations              
Opening my eyes, awakening from my trance              
I’ve have seen the cometh of the Book of Revelations a war begotten of the beast and humanity’s last chance              
The remnant of the Morning Star’s seed              
Separatism of hatred, bigotry, racial disparity, from the meek, shall be the earth’s newest creed            
Over the rainbow, harmony, serenity, shall be found past the cradle of the moon        
The Ankh I stand for, the begotten son and the promise of life, death, and resurrection shall be soon  
 

To The Soil I Have Traveled Upon From My Heart To The Motherland

In the hunt for hidden treasures, riches of golden pleasures  
The map compass is sending me on a journey I started early this morning  
Been all over the world, gathering mysteries
Rested my head in third world countries, adopting their histories  
We take so many things for granted we have in our sole possession  
Laborer of hands, cut off for conflict diamonds, mines patrolled and controlled by government given weapons  
Children’s faces of silent tears, village raids hidden from fears  
You ask me why I choose to say, I once nursed unto presence, held hands as I quietly prayed  
The arrival of UNICEF or Red Cross mission, its wondrous assisting salvation  
Rice, beans, cholera murky water, pestilences, daily starvation  

In America, we want, comforted by our needs  
Do you ever take the moment to think someone else’s heart bleeds  
It weeps for peace  
Dominated by a strong hold in the Middle East  
It cries out for the land to replenish  
No seeds sown, land cracked and diminished  
Tusks of elephants hunted in jungles as they roam, this heartless concept does hit home  

Poachers aiming no more they stand  
Now considered Smuggled Ivory Contraband  
Safari eyes have seen in the motherland  
Those piano keys  
Blood Ivory Tusks that play such sweet melodies  
Pictures of the people, the villages, a long-distance heartfelt romance  
Midwives, flies, propaganda lies, riddles the lands  

How could I close my eyes to memories of missionary relief  
Strange occurrences, crooked political system with no guided spiritual beliefs  
I may write as a sexy dame, however, remembrance of Soweto’s villages of tin  
Beautiful names behind smiles of origin  
Nurse duties advised, not to judge, turn a blind eye in time  
Skin pigmentation, not aged like fine wine  
A forgotten country, citizens living among mud, poor educational system, hunger, and flies  

Exploited on television, Haiti allowed me to spread my wings, set me free to be me  
So much work still to do in Africa, not by one’s hands  
Donations among any natural disaster falling short to deliver to woman or man  
Locked out, eyes to heaven as I’ve looked up  
Suburban privileges not sipped from everyone’s cup  

Separatism, it tried  
Multicultural, with still privileged prying eyes  
Albino grief as said, gives wealth, good luck, not sin  
Taken from mother’s arms killed for the color of their skin  
Witch Doctors unethical Healers  
Trafficking body parts like Tanzania organ dealers  

I wish we all could live as one and the same  
The Ten Commandments should have condemned to hell by names  
Who really does no wrong  
On that theory I could go on all night long  
From the preacher to the teacher  
Can’t we all just get along  
Then again, it’s no longer echoed as a world peaceful song  
That concept died by skin tone alone  

This poem came to me  
While praying on my knees  
Asking forgiveness of American’s sins  
Taking the burdens back to its origin as this creation could begin once again  
Replaced now with worldly peace  
Things of importance such as technology will be decreased  
Talking to one another with receptive intentions will be increased  
Locked out  
Beyond a shadow of a doubt  
Locked out of what  
The divine answers uncut

In Remembrance, I Still Get Misty Eye From This Life Experience I Had Partaken In During My Bachelor's Year Of Nursing School For Life Credit

Celebrating My Six Years On DUP


Love and Universal Hugs, always
SKC🤎

Station Break

It appears like a New Orleans Saint fan will leave a New York Giant Knight to stand in his own hollowed shame
The cheers from the stands will be heard for the away team, declaring war with that or Who Dat fame
We will control the clock roaring in our name
As the game clock comes down who will win
Mm…  either way, win or lose, I get you in the end'
Legs in the air or my back bent
But first, us New Yorkers must have a little fun
You lose, dinner and you write me a beautiful poem
If I lose you can get anything from me to the rise of the sun


Borough against Borough

Bonding Time

Don’t you say a word, son, your mother ran the water and gave me the book to read
Hum... it’s some interesting things in here, little man
Make sure when you grow up you marry a woman where you can be the man
Yet strong enough to listen to the wishes of your woman
This King Solomon, that dude, had women, and spare hoes to go, don’t tell you mother I said that
I heard that and quit corrupting your son.
Damn, you can’t get anything over on your mother
Oh, you find that funny
Check out this verse, “Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children, that was...ahh... oh yeah, Proverbs 17, verse 6
You like that little man, yeah, your ole man does too
Your mother may be on to something, son, just do not tell her you heard that from your father

I heard that
I thought you would, beautiful

My Prerogative

Celestial souls in captivity
Hearts obscured in the illumination of enlightenment
Reality tasting the remnants of whispered desires
Blowing on hushed notes
A bed of winter blanketing the denials of caressing rapture

Once beautifully entwined
Falling stars gathered at our feet
Heaven cradled us in its morning glory
Sacred temples beautifully locked in abyss of infinity

Once laid bare your naked soul to me
In the cathedral of ecstasy
Christening my body on the altar of your passion
Surrendering moans dripping from the confession of my lips
In the depth of euphoria
Surrendering unto its fallen grace

The fragrance of lovers we wore
Or bodies crowned
Worshiping, bathing
Consecration as you submerged my Chi

Delighting in me the gifts of my carnal ambrosia
Closing my eyes as our scent slowly dissipates in the wind
Echoes without merit
Soft harmonic love notes faltering

Erratic heartbeats
Deafening in the sweetest surrender of its cadence
Kisses blending the shadow of our existence
Stained lips in nigh

Onto the throne of ether
Bathe my mind with wisdom
Cleanse my naked soul in truth
Guild the freedom of my spirit to the hereafter
My footprints marked, engraved    
 
The sweetest tidal wave of time washed upon the sands of time  
Whispers, oh thy sweet whispers  
Sinking me, moments stealing sheds of me left  
My vessel of existence falters, yet divinity belies within its touch  

Where art thou woman  
I am here, I am now
My palms open to unite with Mother Nature’s gentile creed  
Yet bowing unto the world, healing the body with a gentle of ease  
My heart, my mind, my soul  
Trinity adopted through the passage of the womb    
 
Earth survival to the mightiest  
Walking with arms out, the world, give unto me in its entirety  
Framed snapshots of lives  
Tears of time, for the fallen, the persecuted, the whoremonger, the Jezebel  
 
Oh, sweet Mary Magdalene glory to be for the sins of woman's humanity
Even the helm of Jesus’ garment was touched for the taste of its salvation  
The conviction of one’s soul lost  
Is the obscurity purpose in the absence of a sacred dimension to patrol  
 
From the cocoon of darkness into the light  
Spiritual blessed and anointed in our beautiful nakedness    
Clothed by society hatred, jealousy, greed  
To allow a woman to be exalted by the regality of her presence  

Life is.... a woman’s prerogative