A Divine Laminate To A Black Panther Scorpion King

While you are sitting here, beautiful woman, and I’m deep within your sacred oracle, the throbbing tip of my width locked into the realm of your soul  
Whisper to me in Arabic how our spirits upon Heaven once patrolled  
My love, I was the silken passage of Utopia upon a Nirvanas’ wish, I laid upon your royal silken sheet as I softly consoled  
In and out of time as my mystique patrolled  
We will always be a rebirthed mystical story  
The temple of Ying of Yang, the rain and storms to withstand the pangs, our voices above the clouds, blood sealed upon consecrated scrolls, tells of its glory    
   
As I cup your handsome Moorish face, and you look dep into the window of my eyes  
Oh, sweet mercy, my love, you feel so good when I am gyrating, and you are thrusting upward between my Creole thighs  
Let’s astral travel with the pulsates of our hearts, hand-in-hand, losing our silhouettes in the midst of the sublime    
To a divine realm before the creation of time  
   
Soft pieces of my divine energy I commence to the wind      
The trees sway and bow as I pass, unto me they tenderly bend      
They tell me stories the common man could never hear      
My footsteps on the soil of Mother Earth, humanity should never fear      
I am there, everywhere, in my words, my passion to live you will always hear      
The Summer Sun        
I am the universe unto him I am one        
   
From my bone marrow, kissed and blessed by and by      
I stand with you, for you, but never boisterous unto my Creator to officiate myths to fabricate mistruths where my truths will ever stand as lies      
And I tell you why      
In my mind my free spirit runs, off the ground, unto Heaven, my soul flies      
As I come to read the sepia pages of lost time and the wisdom it provides      
May the serenity of the knowledge it ensues soothe my intellect as it coats as given from the skies      
        
Give me liberty from the chaos found in death where awaited souls are in exile              
Upon the trenches, wading in the waters, my hues have traveled by the North Star mile after mile              
In the sorrowful breeze of the wind              
The scars upon all my descendant’s beautiful skin, will time ever mend                
Bloody gashes, reminisce, raised voices for unforgiven reparations, I have come to defend              
Emancipation by the signature of apartheid, here on display to commend              
            
I am the femininity of my Hebrew ancestors who in spiritual revolt to have given birth to the passage of my lineage                
The war to stand in equality for woman, man, child is not over, it is not near finished              
The Black Madonna concealed in sepia translation in Catholicism vault              
Stolen generational birthrights in Dawn’s Early light, in your day, still refusing to set history right              
To the winds the elements of your presence swivels, but not on a higher naught              
I still feel the anger, the colonize of my land by the captor’s hands              
Belittle as vermin, hunted, then shackled by the feet, hands, once sought              
Independence still rings, let your voice always give praise to sing              
              
Tell me you are beyond earth with spheres of foretold              
In death, has the path of Heaven encased your soul              
I’ve seen your face, tasted your hidden tears, before your obligation to life has been given              
The earthly cherub upon the world, the Book Of Revelations scarred upon your back, humanity in silence asking to be forgiven              
The sobs from the grave of the forefathers’ seeps in my heart, their minds tell me occurrences eyes should had never seen              
Peace from their truth, the fight for freedom is only found in civilizations' daydreams              
              
The book of me, myself, bowing to the wonders of the pineal gland, my third (i)      
The benediction of grace from the Sea, Earth and the sacred cove found in the Sky      
In the salutation of benediction to the constellations      
Deaf ears rings not of divine adaptations      
Blind eyes in harmony where voices fear to sing      
Bow unto the winds, in the coldest of times      
What good to remain in the dark, when footsteps to reach greater good do not chime      
        
In the view of surmise the Dove shall seek to find      
New ground to give weary wings thy rest      
Soulful rejoicing unto me, my soul, my heart, my mind, a love affair with Heaven's scrolls at best      
I have coveted the Rainbows, the Stars, the Moon, the Sea in and out my lifetime      
The King, The Dukes, and Earls as the softest apple of their eye      
What good is a man's virility, who loves the world but forgets the shadows of his own soul      
Whispering falsehood as the cold winter breeze blows      
   
Well, my love that is our tale of beginning and never an ending, your heart and mine blends    
As the Sky with its beautiful gifts will always shine  
   
   
Baby, enough talking ... mmm... I have been feeling you pulsating inside me throughout that scared zeal  
Let your loving be thy will.. yes, move.... and let me feel your overspill  
   
Oh, sweet mercy just like.. oh God like.....just like that