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Turquoise Waters Kissed By A Rose
Sheet music we lay upon in the rapture of night
Instilling his royal loins as he elevates my, heart, mind, body and the esoteric passage to my soul
The stairway to Heaven we seek in the throne of divine passion
Easing into the desire once he parts my soft Pearly Gates
The beginning of our eternity within the quietness of times enclosing our charms of fate
Destiny we are cloaked
Lust we are soaked
Mm… ordained by the parables of King Solomon’s poetic Proverbs
Illuminating his wishes
Upon my supple Creole temple with forevermore adorning kisses
His touch, the cascading of his smooth baritone voice flooding in my ear
The spare air we breathe, the saturated infusion keeps me floating
His drift maroons me in his arms of care
In the cradle of time, we are there
Whispering the insignia of his love in me from the roots of his melaninated mane
The strength of a Yoruba God found in the might of his hair
Allowing my tender incantation to adulate his skin
You and I are sealed upon the sacred scrolls of earth’s divine origin
Baptizing my consecrated spirit deep within the turquoise waters of his soul
Softly enchanted by the kiss of this rose
Instilling his royal loins as he elevates my, heart, mind, body and the esoteric passage to my soul
The stairway to Heaven we seek in the throne of divine passion
Easing into the desire once he parts my soft Pearly Gates
The beginning of our eternity within the quietness of times enclosing our charms of fate
Destiny we are cloaked
Lust we are soaked
Mm… ordained by the parables of King Solomon’s poetic Proverbs
Illuminating his wishes
Upon my supple Creole temple with forevermore adorning kisses
His touch, the cascading of his smooth baritone voice flooding in my ear
The spare air we breathe, the saturated infusion keeps me floating
His drift maroons me in his arms of care
In the cradle of time, we are there
Whispering the insignia of his love in me from the roots of his melaninated mane
The strength of a Yoruba God found in the might of his hair
Allowing my tender incantation to adulate his skin
You and I are sealed upon the sacred scrolls of earth’s divine origin
Baptizing my consecrated spirit deep within the turquoise waters of his soul
Softly enchanted by the kiss of this rose
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