Beauty She Is

Beneath her surface no one bothered to explore

External exquisiteness catches eyes

Antagonism never touched her soul

Understanding gave her gracefulness

Truth was her strength

Years of hard work with no rewards

She still held her head high

Her greatest gift were her children

Even when they’d stumble and fall

In her was the heart of warrior

Soul of an angel she will forever be

Beauty She Is…

Familiarity

I know your touch

Your smell

The way you walk

Wear your hair

You are a familiarity

Close my eyes I see

Every inch of you

Know what you taste like

Finish your sentence

Ease into a life acquainted

With your essence

Fluently my body conveys

A linguistic only you can interpret

You are

I am

We become

One familiarity 

Love Me Some You

Lay with me

Only never to arise

Varying degrees of passion

Erupt between two bodies

Mesmerized by the desire reflected in your eyes

Envisioning lips caressing my secrets

Selfishly I want more

Ominous emotions emergence

Mirrored hunger undeniable

Echo of voices crying out in pleasure

Yielding to the fire burning

On my way to finding

Utopia as I love me some you

The Dance

Watch how my body sways to the music

Each tempo pulls me into the dance

Close my eyes wet my lips

Let my hips perform naturally to the rhythm

As I imagine a lover captured in my embrace

Our bodies working fluently as one

Pressed so close our hearts beat in unison

With the music reverberating around me

Passion pours from my core

My appetite is ferocious as I pull

You into my web of desire

Illicit acts of the dance tantalize

Captivating an audience

It’s my dance that hypnotize

Hungry eyes

Watch me as I dance, as I dance as I dance…

Three Daddy Syndrome

She gave her love to this man laid in his bed

Nine months later she cradled her joy in her hands

Ten months later he was know where to be found

On to number two who was no better than number one

Showered her with promises

Then reneged by raining blows across her

Swollen stomach

You’d think she learned from her mistakes with

Two babies one hanging onto her legs

And the other swaddled in her arms

Being a romantic and always looking for the

Best in everyone in strolled baby daddy number three

Cool as cucumber didn’t even bother with all that

Phony bullshit just went for what he wanted

And it wasn’t her good cooking

Before she could blink the doctor was congratulating her

On baby number three

But in the back of his mind he was wondering

How she could have fallen for the three daddy syndrome

Sweeter Tomorrows

As I sleep and dream

Of ardent awakenings

My soul bathes in yearning

Crying out to be fulfilled

Toss and turn to the sweetness

Of quiet whispers tantalizing

My essence

Roll over reaching out to an apparition

Of longing

Silently falling deeper into slumber

Moan of pleasure

Sigh of contentment

Intake of deep breath

Curl into myself

Hugging empty air

As I sleep and dream of

Sweeter tomorrows