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Sweet Purgatory
so heavy on my mind are you
anticipation leaks with
the thought of seeing your face
to hear the infectious grace in your voice
feel the texture of your skin
cinnamon to the eye...feminine to the touch
take in the scent of your hair..
lick your scalp..taste your thoughts
read the passion seeping through marblesque eyes
behind where my muse resides
my loving telepath
Morse coding me desirous intent
as my 1st commandment filters through
the back end of your psyche
the spawning ground for the axiom
of my soul inducing a
reoccurring theme
if it ain't done with passion
then what's the point?
what is the purpose of us?
this journey within a journey?
my goal is to leave the deepest imprints
a man can possibly leave
with a vibrational residue destined to
resonate throughout this epoch
in multi-dimensional ripple effects
casting countless pebbles into the pond of you
some to skip randomly across your senses
while others sink directly into your all consuming dark
using a myriad of approaches..willfully engaged
a game of thrones if you will
involving a king a queen and the unseen
playing pyramid chess
along the curves of your anatomy
the nexus point of our divine intermingling
as above so below
mapping out your terrain
i plot you in stages
whispering in ultrasound into your ear
fore-playing you with intimate conversations designed
to crawl beneath your consciousness
feeding you my subterranean
siphoning all kinds of reconnaissance
from your akashic being
as i renaissance ideas of lovemaking
into moving mosaics of us inside your imagination
devoted to every detail
through mind ~~~
through body ~~
through soul ~
stimulating raw nerve endings
at the base of your neck
as this vibe trickles down your spinal column
past a pulsing heart and heaving lungs
into your churning pit where
undercurrents build and build into a seismic flow
spreading fissures along your hollow
beneath the pressure of a zombied phallus
a creature burdened with blood and purpose
submarining deep between your heavenly folds
pushing hard towards realization
until our sacred geometry is completed
through a pledge of DNA...gifted as liquid stardust
doomed to roam as haunting echoes inside
your chamber of remembrance
Published 4th Mar 2023
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4th Mar 2023 7:55pm
5th Mar 2023 00:12am
A soft kiss on the winds of ether, and very poetically whispered to the minds, my Stratosphere King
Enjoy your Saturday evening and have a relaxing Sunday.
Enjoy your Saturday evening and have a relaxing Sunday.
5th Mar 2023 11:51am
If it ain't done with passion, what's the point?
Profound one right there
That question has sparked romances and battles and divorces and thousand-mile journeys since the beginnings of history, written or otherwise
That one line may have summed up my entire life
Damn, Naajir
And thank you
Profound one right there
That question has sparked romances and battles and divorces and thousand-mile journeys since the beginnings of history, written or otherwise
That one line may have summed up my entire life
Damn, Naajir
And thank you
5th Mar 2023 1:45pm
Very thoughtful tribute to the betterment of the deepness of the heart and spiritual soul 🕊️💪🙏👍
7th Mar 2023 00:43am
