Drift 

I'm drifting into a meditation of tantalizing tongue where your words are as sweet as honeycombs and my sweet spot is calling for more. My eyes begin to close and I feel your chest pulsating against my thoughts and we are in sync. I imagine us across the Indian Ocean, soaking up African sunlight, beaming… Continue reading Drift 

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Choose wisely 

I sat with my legs crossed and meditated to the words that parted your lips. Deep down, I wanted to scowl at you, grab your face until you left your reality and entered into mine.  Yet, you did not see me.  And it was then I knew I was merely a choice, past tense, but… Continue reading Choose wisely 

Could it be? 

When you finally feel like a woman, what is it? It cannot be the insecurity seeping into my heartbeat causing the rhythm to thump like a native drum echoing ancient tones.  This cannot be the bitter taste of jealousy relishing on my taste buds waiting for more.  This cannot be the rage I begin to… Continue reading Could it be? 

Homophone or Purpose?

Mind needs uplifting like mantras that give hope for the morning.  Halted by mantras that remind the mind it's forever in mourning. Peace is the cure for the aching thought. Pieces of thoughts are cured once the negative is caught. Love is a gift life holds onto. Love is the present to be unwrapped by… Continue reading Homophone or Purpose?