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A Soft Moment In Time
Upper Eastside New York
The Present 2024
I’ve heard these words through the muse of time
Eluded footsteps trapped you in the sands of time
Markings of the beast coveting earthy designs
No spirituality found as your soul bathes in its tainted wine
I hear the echoes heard softly in the wind
I bowed, ran, my heart has been on a serene mend
Love at a standstill, once given to an arresting heart
A masterpiece with all the right pieces, no inquisitiveness of guessing from the start
Strong arms await my tender touches, my moans, my Chi, in the cloak of dark
The world revolves on its axis so fast
The Tortoise and the Hare racing of hearts entwined behind lucid masks
My heart bestowed unto a gifted man have been coveted to outlast
Tender kisses, emotional desires, keeps my heart on such a beautiful celestial blast
Close your eyes, what shall be, is an emergent of Moorish power buried once in the past
The stars once bowed at the rainfall of my feet
Hushed whispers, twisted lingo, mentally guarded when minds did meet
The sweet baton of life I pass on
A ribbon in the sky has played our last song
She may sing seductive melodies, yes, without your microphone ever being turned on
Blinders worn, in a game of thorns, as two hearts quietly mourn
A soul who wishes well, your journey through life
Your heart aches, your mind cannot fathom the bridge not lessening, for self-demise strife
Mind clear, grace, elegant, intellectual stimulation to the mind wife
Unto the skies vested time, habits of the moon knows the galaxy telltale signs
United hearts are now unbind
Wakanda In The Future
To My Black Panther
To be the sparkle in one’s own eyes
It’s the secret to surviving, living, to being alive
The divine answer to your own questions, the narrative of myself comes with no hidden surprise
I can walk upon your presence, just as easy as I please
You will stand upon your feet, kiss both side of my cheeks, pull the chair out, and a hello upon the tease
I can softly drip your name off my lips like a cool breeze
An alluring smile to have you falling at the helm of my knees
Giving the erected tower of a man’s masculinity pulsating power
While you are dipping in and out the sacred communion of my honey rain shower
I am who I am, a woman whose presence of grace and decorum is always in high demand
Worthy of any man, rather he lays, or I give him the essence of my throne to command
It’s that sacredness of the divine gift I quietly possess
My multi-culture lineage as you bow to me in respect
Unto my sweeten taste many Kings have professed it keeps their mouths satisfied and their chin’s wet
Upper Eastside New York
The Present 2024
Okay, was I dreaming
Copyright©SKC-2024
The Present 2024
I’ve heard these words through the muse of time
Eluded footsteps trapped you in the sands of time
Markings of the beast coveting earthy designs
No spirituality found as your soul bathes in its tainted wine
I hear the echoes heard softly in the wind
I bowed, ran, my heart has been on a serene mend
Love at a standstill, once given to an arresting heart
A masterpiece with all the right pieces, no inquisitiveness of guessing from the start
Strong arms await my tender touches, my moans, my Chi, in the cloak of dark
The world revolves on its axis so fast
The Tortoise and the Hare racing of hearts entwined behind lucid masks
My heart bestowed unto a gifted man have been coveted to outlast
Tender kisses, emotional desires, keeps my heart on such a beautiful celestial blast
Close your eyes, what shall be, is an emergent of Moorish power buried once in the past
The stars once bowed at the rainfall of my feet
Hushed whispers, twisted lingo, mentally guarded when minds did meet
The sweet baton of life I pass on
A ribbon in the sky has played our last song
She may sing seductive melodies, yes, without your microphone ever being turned on
Blinders worn, in a game of thorns, as two hearts quietly mourn
A soul who wishes well, your journey through life
Your heart aches, your mind cannot fathom the bridge not lessening, for self-demise strife
Mind clear, grace, elegant, intellectual stimulation to the mind wife
Unto the skies vested time, habits of the moon knows the galaxy telltale signs
United hearts are now unbind
Wakanda In The Future
To My Black Panther
To be the sparkle in one’s own eyes
It’s the secret to surviving, living, to being alive
The divine answer to your own questions, the narrative of myself comes with no hidden surprise
I can walk upon your presence, just as easy as I please
You will stand upon your feet, kiss both side of my cheeks, pull the chair out, and a hello upon the tease
I can softly drip your name off my lips like a cool breeze
An alluring smile to have you falling at the helm of my knees
Giving the erected tower of a man’s masculinity pulsating power
While you are dipping in and out the sacred communion of my honey rain shower
I am who I am, a woman whose presence of grace and decorum is always in high demand
Worthy of any man, rather he lays, or I give him the essence of my throne to command
It’s that sacredness of the divine gift I quietly possess
My multi-culture lineage as you bow to me in respect
Unto my sweeten taste many Kings have professed it keeps their mouths satisfied and their chin’s wet
Upper Eastside New York
The Present 2024
Okay, was I dreaming
Copyright©SKC-2024
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