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“Insignia”

I have stepped up in the illumination of Heaven and I have stepped down    
Between the temple of my thighs, many nations have craved, as I lay, I am your Royal Crown  
Intoxicating you with my faint whispers of care  
In the cloak of compassion, I will renew your faith, and tell you about the history upon your head, every single rooted strand of your hair    
 
Your tongue quietly adulating my skin, calling out my name, within the cathedral as I make you my Knight    
A Queen bowing to the desires of her King, in the blessing of midnight    
Taking your mind, coveting your stature as you bathe your soul in my silken abyss    
Indoctrinating you with lavender, myrrh, Frankincense the reminisce sultriness of my ancient gifts    
 
I am the light-bearer, divine waters within my orb I carry  
The salacious Nubian, who wields an intellectual sword upon dueling as we parry    
Invading your nocturnal wet dreams, with an indulgent touch of my lips    
To your ears, my bedroom lullabies to allure, gently drift    
Marinating your aura in the silken sensations of my timeless butter rum tasting cream
Inhale, exhale, on a carpet ride in the scrolls of the Emerald Tablets’ dream    
 
Is there ever any rest from life burdens at best
Cries are so much louder when the comfort has been taken, and now cold winds felt  
Treating people with kindness, society cannot be contained, defined  
What source of cosmic energy allows another to manipulate the ascension of their mind
Enticed by words, my voice is as majestic as the wind calling far and wide, the Raven, the Eagle, the Hawk, the biding of my monarch commanded by the Hummingbird  
Shh... those who talk do not know, and those who know do not talk, the rejuvenation is in the tsunami of the word
That soft and caressing breeze to your cheeks, when you think you are all alone    
Close your eyes, and attune to the embracing Harp of such Luna songs    
 
My name have burned books  
Glossed in fables, wishing upon fairytales, to the stake, if you take a glance, a quick look    
In the galaxy my energies shadow the dark    
With the flavor of enticing sin, stealing, then pampering your beating heart    
The candle of seduction is my beautiful works of art    
Take your lefthand side of my thigh, my King, allow life to give credence to us as we play our parts    
 
Inhale my sweeten melanin on the wind    
In the coming hours of morn, clenching my salvation as my back bends    
A storm of nations, my Chi has enthralled as our essences blend    
The Ankh, the traveling portal will take you around the world in a matters of minutes    
Terrestrials greet upon the astral meet, hushed civilization, and higher intellect to stay in it    
The crown of old filled, who, I have rendered unto, the secrets of the Freemasons, the Knights Templars, the Illuminati, I have bowed in grace upon them all    
As two remain erect, until my emblem, the salvation of my crest, the practice of unholy hoofs, has taken a fall    
Dust to dust, bowing unto thy seal of my trust
My sovereign I bid you, until earth, is thy must    
 
My Insignia      
 
 
#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself. Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.

Mother Teresa
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