Forgone

The rain brings solace
To the skin of shea butter and golden sand
Connecting with the cleansing of the droplets
The queen positioned the pillows
Sitting adjacent against sorrows
The brutal display of natures reverence
Clipped the wings of this song bird
Snoh’s and Giveon’s sultry whispered to her candles flames
Hovering with the dance of doubt
The pattern of the ballet scripted decamping
The uphill torment attacked her muscles
Cramping from the dehydration 
Peace had long forgone from split second decisions
Committed to evolution while stuck in the cycle of tampering with incompatibility
She was shy with confidence
Her tongue was plastered in its chamber
Concrete slabs of paralysis 
Kept her truth behind guarded stages
Interfering with the curtains 
Avoiding the shadows where the light whispered
Infidelity was the easy way out
Yet pride stuffed her into faithful shells
Trigger happy always leads to torment
Unfulfilled settled notions
Captured the once promiscuous spirit
Into imprisoned vaults of unease 
Experiencing the sharpened claws of fate
Cowardice faded from internal therapy sessions
The pieces were retrieved shielding for battle
Consequently this chapter came to a haunting halt. 

Therapy Sessions

Blank pages can be so threatening in their empty state
Challenging the best pen pusher to illustrate
Sometimes unforgiven banter
The mind is a colossal cannon filled with ammunition
Attempting to tame the hype beast of previous compositions
This realm was not meant for the weak and meager to live in
Unprovoked tones conquered in the shadows 
Preparing the humble tongue to stumble 
Spewing fire as it tripped out of its protected space
The shy lioness creeps at the opening of her chambers
Hesitant to trust as the introvert retreated

Peace wasn’t a definitive definition

As the walls closed around

Expectations squeezing the zodiac between improper templates

The tomb of doom was a cognizant place of capture

Freedom bore its face as a relay

Fitness was simply a matter of stretching limits

Third person was the perfect getaway

Hiding behind partially fictionalized literature

It protected the brilliant spirit from uncertainties

But for certain she understood her hearts desires

Creeping behind the waterfalls escaping structured cheek bones

The riots became constant on sleepless nights

Providing a safe haven away from reciprocation

While the war zone became inflamed with split personalities

Sexuality was never a designated method of display

There was freedom in spontaneity

Embracing the fallen puzzle pieces of stricken memories

She struggled verbalizing her battles

Self imposed therapy sessions 

Clinging to the calm persona

Praying to be whole in her skin

Reciprocation meant altering without exterminating

Building a home that was merely walls and slab

The explanations were plentiful

As the weight became painful

They say you have to tear muscles during the strengthening phase

Ripping at the core as arthritis set in

Numbing the pain with western medicine fixes

Drifting into solemn regret

Attempting to avoid the door of resentment

Fixated on readjusting

Scratching at the bruises

The bandages replaced and redressed 

Yet the bleeding seeped through

Unfairly uncomfortable in a presumptive love

Demons sure have their way of playing hide and seek

Yet what she seeks is not what she sought

Checking the receipts

Examining the return period

Unsure if damaged goods are accepted

Preparing to swallow the loss of a restocking fee

But damn!!! This still looks good on me though? RIGHT?

The Proposal

Creating magic is simple when you aren’t baring your truth

I remember writing beautiful compositions of fiction with a splash of me

I’ve often hidden behind my own fallacies

Unprepared to share the most vulnerable places of me

Sprinting into distant dispositions

Unwavering in stubbornness

Like a angel you arrived

Tilted off my pallet I was exposed

You unselfishly and deliberately loved me

Even when I questioned how deserving I could be

You were always deserving of the best of me 

Many vivid conversations behind guarded gates

Implicitly I sat with myself

Checked in with reality

I could never prepare my heart to receive

You without me

I could never let you be a memory

It’s been five years

How couldn’t I honor the queen I see

You said family... you said forever... you said you were sure

Alexis clarified with the gracious comfort of making you a priority

It was always easier for me to leave

It was always easy for me to deny 

It was always easy for me...

Or so I claimed

I once wrote the following words for you

Now I share them with those closest to you

Because only a fool would fail to enhance your pedestal

So if I may

I verbally prepare to repeat

Accept me

Accept my flaws

Accept my love

Accept our future

If a Mrs is your need

I’ll match your desire

I’ll walk down any isle

Marry you before any crowd

I loved you then

I love you now

I’ll love you forever

Build a home

With me

With us

For forever.  

Endearment

This isn't a new thing

This is refreshment

The watermelon to summers heat

The cocoa amongst the winters cold 

This is falls protection to your descent 

Here I am extended

Creating prolific enticement

Engaging with the burdened purpose

Of onboarding the very emotions 

Most women forget they have the ability of feeling

A little Khelani mixed with the sultry of Teyana 

Enlightened engagements portrayed

This tongue was slick with promise

The new R&B meets the 90’s rain

I can speak a love jones without deception

I promise you can handle every impulsion

I’m exploding every time I envision

Our first kiss flirting with role play

Capturing the scene belligerently

Even this poet storms the world of a pillow princess

Biting down under crescent moons

A nudge presenting inclination 

Speaking your every love language

I dare you to mutter when you shudder.

A Comeback

Brown skin girl

Forgive them for demanding you smile

This inquisitive mind desires to learn you

Two powers meet taking ownership of climaxing

We have some time 

In due passing by I admired every time I acknowledged

Tuning up my vocal chords in preparation of a last impression

Discussing introductions in my thoughts

Rambling with shy banter

I imagined your love language

I promise my words of affirmation

Will drip from my lips onto your tongue

Performing acts of service 

Inking my name on every crevice

I’m a permanent vibe

This queen only accepts the power of her mate

Games don’t exist

Still lifted is the promise of forever laughter

Acceptance challenges relinquishing your past

Without the rhythm to dance

My rhythm perfected its speech to your every move 

I’ll ride every beat that thumps between your thighs

New age R&B meets AfroBeat

The mashup delivered astonishing consonance

When’s the last time a touch thrilled your soul and spirit

An unspoken lingo only we fancy

Plug me in

We’ll develop new waves to release pandemic restrictions

There is freedom in this connection

I warm up every transition with the perfect blend

The universe teaches me patience without depreciation

Potential is exponential with this pairing

I'm awaiting the opportunity to be pulled into your queue.

Fucking Me

You could fuck me til my eyes bloom

Until the flowers open up their chest and have the honey to the hive bursting from its comb

I’m a mature tea drinker and sipper 

No added sweetner

I succumb to every flavor

Letting my tongue dance at your lids

Waking up and into your soothe 

Feasting on your desperation 

No part time lover mediocre fucking

I’m sucking, licking, gripping, and fingering your candy corners 

Let your peninsula splash every area of my island

These moments are vacations away  

I’ll bring the party favors

This subtle top creams at your vigorous dominance

This dominion of compensation paid extensive over time 

Sleepless nights turned sunsets into sunrises

Spending embellished moon gazes between bosoms and pardoned hungers 

Engaged as every gaze dances to the strapping beast 

Thoughts preceded walls crumbling into humbled consequences

The position was nine past six as the clock ticked

Gentle throat grabs tighten as each thrust increases

Riding the riddle of cum punch lines

Certifying the precedent of caress with silk skin glides 

Baby you will always cum first

The waves were pure in distilled waters 

The faded lines were repeatedly respected

I heard the broken boundaries of your comfort cry

As your  inhibition’s fled when I gormandized my concessions

Your spirit said push every limit to these subjective injections

These bodies have been outlined by every poets genuine poison 

Falling in love with gifted anticipatory orgasms

There’s no plagiarism in this fucking

Imprudent culmination

This is all yours

This is all ours

You could fuck me til my eyes bloom 

Until the flowers open up their chest and have the honey to the hive bursting from its comb

I’ll meet you at baggage claim as long as you don’t linger when I open up my gates 

Exposing every certification that I’m a fucking animal with a sweet tooth for the rarity in our sex gains. 

A Blues For Nina

The love jones Nia Long

The vibe of passion riding the beat of candid

Removing the flash and beating the shadows 

Racing the raid of trauma

Tranquility along the trace of her teeth 

Kisses of fireworks pursed from her lips

She is the blues in my left thigh

Trying to become the funk in the right 

The HOV lane to my pardoned dreams

Pretending my shy flutters aren’t capturing her

The energy boomed its groove with enticement

I’m doused in the sweats of pivotal embraces

Steadying her seat on my slithering tongue

My touch is potent with anticipation

There’s no revelation discreet in our hallway

The smoke lifted every time her vocals are gifted

I’m enslaved to devouring every membrane

Oshun deliver your manifestations to my podium

I’m a seasoned lover with keen objectives 

Wisdoms of four play cause cascades of waterfalls

Dripping into the primary election of my thrills

Sunflowers and orchids blossom between her thighs 

Unapologetic as my skin encompassed chills

Creeping up every brick road attached to perfected bosoms

It feels like I’m running out of time

As she lifts her knees 

Pleading to embrace

The crashing walls

Emptying every load

Into the throat of unsaid plaintiffs

The paragon was reborn to the jism

Praying deliverance and permanence

Imploring we engage 

Perfect portrait

She is the rhythm and groove

To the core of my spirits sphere

Abusing every lost notion of our possibility

Prescribing the forefront to eternity.