My King

MY KING

his locks caress my body as he explores my kingdom.

I feel his roots, his wisdom, on my navel as he gives me knowledge.

They kiss my neck so gently as if they have stole his lips.

They symbolize his strength... mmm his strength.

They represent his freedom and race.

My fingertips stroke his crown and my body becomes weak.

So masculine, Him, MY KING,
This ain’t pretend ,it’s the real thing.

Something like your “king” he has locs , locs of soft wool.
A crown worth more than any jewel.

Charcoal-black, they create a frame around his face.
Such a beautiful creation My God has made.

When our bodies become one,
I know I’m his moon and he’s my sun.

Buh-boom, boom-boom, buh-boom, my heart in sync with his.
If he wasn’t here today
I couldn’t name one thing I wouldn’t miss.

His mind contains mountains of knowledge, that I want to climb.
We’ve been soulmates all this time.

Shea butter skin, soft yet bold.
Black don’t crack so I can expect about the same when we grow old.

I will always stand proud and tall next to His throne.
I will be there to support, love, and care for him until my God calls us home.

Beyond the heavenly bells’ ring
You will always be MY KING.

©️ Courtney Hines