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“The Softness Of The SunRise”
There was a time unto the sunrise the oceans navigating my sailing ship
The anchor to my heart, that told me love radiates from the deep abyss
Unlocking his chains that longs to be free
Rebirth from the shackles of his mind, from my home, we dream, as lost entities funnel in the sea
Give him freedom in his unwavering quest
I heard the calling as he appeared as a warrior wearing the crest of Allah's armored vest
His voice resonating like the roar of the jungle heard from afar
From the pilgrimage in his journey, his eyes upon the glory of following the Eastern Star
Who are you, my stalwart King
Do you feel the might of your bite to wear upon the mane of your head, Heaven’s sacred bling
The crown of Elohim He gives unto the bearer of an unwavering soul
The hieroglyphics found in his heart, cradled by his mind, in the freedom of his movement, his spirit becomes his sacred scrolls
I cannot hold any man’s hand if he refuses to stand
Yet I will clasp onto his truth, as being a woman to uplift him as a man
Uphold and validate the illumination of his wisdom
Paired with his Kingdom, as one, we shall come
Take my incantations blessed from the core of this Yoruba Goddess’ heart
Can you lead my footsteps to pave the path when I lose my way, where we both survive earthly chaotic dark
I do not survive by the caldron of money, I have the love of the universe, it's my consecrated honey
I do not need the discomfort of fame
I am coveted by the Supreme High in Him, the oath of my survival is found in His name
I dwell in quietness of solstice solitude yet can uplift any King’s mane
To his rightful throne, his superlative glory
Above the stars, we shall reach the skies, devoid of Hell’s purgatory
I am the feebler vessel in this realm we call life
Henceforth, resilient, honorable, and softness in my comfort to step into my stilettos to become of any man’s wife
No given strife
Only a blessing if his mind is in union with mine
Our breaths entwined
Hand in hand found within the doctrine of mystique’s sublime
Where we can talk, debate about trivial pursuits
Sharing the essence of my sacred juice
Upon his muscular chest, my intellect tenderly rests
We blend in and out of time
Our powers to be as we seek
Greatness defines
Dialects speaks, invocations laminated as potent as droplets of vintage wine
Shalom
The anchor to my heart, that told me love radiates from the deep abyss
Unlocking his chains that longs to be free
Rebirth from the shackles of his mind, from my home, we dream, as lost entities funnel in the sea
Give him freedom in his unwavering quest
I heard the calling as he appeared as a warrior wearing the crest of Allah's armored vest
His voice resonating like the roar of the jungle heard from afar
From the pilgrimage in his journey, his eyes upon the glory of following the Eastern Star
Who are you, my stalwart King
Do you feel the might of your bite to wear upon the mane of your head, Heaven’s sacred bling
The crown of Elohim He gives unto the bearer of an unwavering soul
The hieroglyphics found in his heart, cradled by his mind, in the freedom of his movement, his spirit becomes his sacred scrolls
I cannot hold any man’s hand if he refuses to stand
Yet I will clasp onto his truth, as being a woman to uplift him as a man
Uphold and validate the illumination of his wisdom
Paired with his Kingdom, as one, we shall come
Take my incantations blessed from the core of this Yoruba Goddess’ heart
Can you lead my footsteps to pave the path when I lose my way, where we both survive earthly chaotic dark
I do not survive by the caldron of money, I have the love of the universe, it's my consecrated honey
I do not need the discomfort of fame
I am coveted by the Supreme High in Him, the oath of my survival is found in His name
I dwell in quietness of solstice solitude yet can uplift any King’s mane
To his rightful throne, his superlative glory
Above the stars, we shall reach the skies, devoid of Hell’s purgatory
I am the feebler vessel in this realm we call life
Henceforth, resilient, honorable, and softness in my comfort to step into my stilettos to become of any man’s wife
No given strife
Only a blessing if his mind is in union with mine
Our breaths entwined
Hand in hand found within the doctrine of mystique’s sublime
Where we can talk, debate about trivial pursuits
Sharing the essence of my sacred juice
Upon his muscular chest, my intellect tenderly rests
We blend in and out of time
Our powers to be as we seek
Greatness defines
Dialects speaks, invocations laminated as potent as droplets of vintage wine
Shalom
Published 11th Jun 2024
Author's Note
I will be introducing my beautiful Hued Geisha Women Series, oh these lovely women can softly laminate, passion, spiritual incantations, seductiveness, wisdom, and service you some world related issues, and are willing to cater to the core of the intellect.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
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11th Jun 2024 5:47pm
11th Jun 2024 6:13pm
Very beautiful prose. What away to give life to inner and deep feelings and sweet love sentiments!!
I love the sweet description, I'm literally annexed!!
I love the sweet description, I'm literally annexed!!
11th Jun 2024 11:54pm
Your soft heavenly body rising will illuminate the hard burning desire rising towards you.
12th Jun 2024 2:41am
The sunrise is very beautiful to watch with your mate your side. Keep on writing.
12th Jun 2024 8:29pm
This resonates with my whole being so beautifully profound. I'm biting on unto soul filling wisdom. Filling my mind and soul with the nourishment of my Eastern Star ruling the north and the south. How mighty this Yoruba King Kneels at his Yoruba Goddess throne. Love binding our thrones. Spiritual coils binding I and you together.As we speak as one. Move as one over the vast ocean of life. My wisdom my love my teacher. Touching me from a distance.
