This is what I wanna feel on a Sunday morning.
In the Present
Curving of Spine
Whisper in my ear…
how much this Pussy is Mine
Inducing your liquid libation
Within her Soul is where i call home
& her Lovin could supply a Nation
What I wanna feel on a Sunday morning.
“Take All The Time You Need”
She asks me to remove denim
I ask her
also The Cure
The Way We Walk
She insists on Proof
As I exist in Truth
Ceasing the continuous Loop
Refusing to jump through hoops
Rally the Troops
To be with you
Never majored in drama
You give of yourself to me
Through: Sweat, Breath & Ecstasy
Eye consider it: THE Highest Honor
& Place your body, your temple on the altar
my native tongue
And speak to me
As a Queen does
Knowing her piece to the puzzle is Priceless amongst the stars
I showed her the glorious views of the city from the Oakland Hills.
Robert Glasper feat Solange- Twice
Remixed. Love with QuestLove
& we give Thanks…
For moments like these seem too few
I lowered the volume.
& exhaled Fear…
This is one of my favourite places.”
Her eyes received her special endowment.
“Why? I mean obviously this breathtaking view, but, what else?”
An Aquarius, no doubt.
This is my space. My space where I Am closest to my God and I can be still & everything else is on pause & i listen.
When my Soul needs mending from ever pretending
That it is always well
I come here & accept there will be storms
Yet, to keep my Peace, Just Be. calm
Maybe… recite the 23 psalm
& speak only good words cuz my word is my bond
That is why this is one of my favorites…
“& you’re sharing it with me.”
Stated matter of factly
She knew exactly
What this moment meant
Superman was revealing Clark Kent
Was given its due respect