Loa

Ode To A Mambo
Porcelain appearance of a Pandora soul
Midnight patrolling from the pits of a black hole
Sitting at my mirrored vanity, all alone
A mystic temple where my Chakra spirits roam
Time traveled within space of time
Antique existence still standing bowing unto cosmic divine

New owners downstairs stirring around
Hoping no one hears my conjuring Voodoo sounds
The throne of my High Priestess chair I must step down
Offerings and sacrifices unto my Loa, my gifts to earthling bound
 
Beautiful melodic sounds from a man’s grunts at play
Befriending me with enveloping arms to betray
To my bed, lavender scented sheets as our bodies rhythmic sway
Bedroom ecstasy with twists of carnal sins
Hypnotic amber eyes lost in the depths of a sexy Jinn

Trapped in this entity, pleasure of the flesh hotter than June
Immortality intentions to befall very soon
The moon sits high in the sky tonight
Casting spells, flogs of coated love potions, with a honeyed plight
Laid out to ruse and entice inquisitive sights
Romancing your mind, coveting your body all night
 
Possession one by one
Pleasing until the glory of his kingdom cums
An instilled addictive appetite, which cannot be undone
Reincarnation taking on my true life Loa form
Tears of jubilation as a happy soul will soon come to adorn

Untrapping me, entwined as celestial climatic flees
Lust and passion our rapture of feast
More hearts to love
The need to release inside me as you thrust and dip inside a silken glove

Weakness to cajole
Supernatural minds my body sweetly patrols
A seductress invading the interior of the mentality of its unknown
Drawing you in with captivating whispers of a twilight love song
 
Mystères
Curvaceous, intellectual, head to toe, such a beautiful appearance
A doll I simply am
More life forces swallowed than the taste of strawberry jam
You will know my name when your spirit becomes mine
Silence follows the heart, as before, like all the other ancient times