Grin And Bear It

Somewhere In The Present  
 
My Sea Queen, harken unto the allurement of my voice  
Upon many moons ago you whispered these words to me  
Upon the vows you would be the woman who led be to my throne of glory  
I am left alone to a life, and you are my only words to rebirth our lasting story  
Do my words still feel like a feather upon your skin  
 
New York,  
Upper East Side  
Present 2024  
 
Of all the night to have insomnia  
I wonder how I would look, feel if I was a Queen  
Servants waiting on me for a change  
A handsome King... mm rubbing my feet at the end of a day  
Soothing my intellect, after speaking to patients all day  
I do wonder  
 
Somewhere In The Present  
 
My Sea Queen, inhale my scent on the wind  
And you will find me  
 
New York,  
Upper East Side  
Present 2024  
 
What will I say, if I ever did meet a King to make him fall head over hills in love with me.  
Where is my pen and piece of paper  
He has to be handsome, intellectual, witty, and love water and can make me his bride to wear my own crown.  
I will call these words…ah…. Measuring Love, The Soft Measure Of Love, yes, I like that to woo a handsome and young King  
 
The Soft Measure Of Love  
 
So sweetly got me slipping  
Caught me, spent me, breathless and bedazzled  
My heart is engulfed  
Softly drowning in the spiraling currents of his tender words, soft kisses  
Deeply moved in the image of Him for which he stands  
Which we fall  
Lost spaces of us blending, becoming one  
 
Eyes close, my inner temple bathing in light  
Dancing in the abyss of ecstasy  
Feeling what our hearts are thinking  
Our bodies channeling  
Locking into destiny’s paradise  
Oh God, do you hear my heart singing  
 
Minds reaching the plateau of physical atonement  
Sentiments of rapture echoing in perfect harmony  
Souls merging in and out of time  
Tasting the drops of the mind’s supplication  
The feast of pleasure until us we plead  
Our bodies we feed  
 
Taking me, molding me  
Sculpting my mind  
My erratic heartbeats laid upon the naked canvass of his loving  
Too sensual not to submit  
Too powerful not to succumb  
 
The essence of my soul taking a celestial plunge  
Falling…falling…falling  
Reaching out for carnal salvation  
Snatching emotions from the throne of Heaven  
God, he makes my heart sing  
Within the depth of my being  
My soul reaps such a joyful noise  
Such beautiful melodies of our laughter  
Passion, we speak in tongues  
 
Ordained by the spectra of spirituality  
Bequeathed to this Goddess  
Take me there, where the feelings supersede  
The body overcomes  
The mind releases  
In alliance to the cadence of the body  
Moans, my body trembling in the wake  
 
A soft rainfall  
Colliding into a cosmic meteorite  
Unifying breaths of smothering desire  
Entwined, harkening unto the bliss of infinity  
 
Somewhere In The Present  
 
Yes, I hear your words mingling with the wind, my Queen,  
You once professed to my ears, then you kissed my hear, then you asunder  
The measure of love does not apply any longer.  I will find you, my Sea Queen, and then you will reverse the spell so I may once again return to the nature of my plowing roots  
 
New York,  
Upper East Side  
Present 2024  
 
Raine, did you hear that  
Whose there