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


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