A poem 4 Netta 2-(Skin)

Skin of a Nubian goddess 

blessings that seem so erotic 

let me take charge tell u “Baby i got this”

during sessions of sin, finding a connection 

you know that meaning of whats within 

a kiss to your flesh,sending u signals of want 

my hands gripping your flesh,sending u signals of need

I got visions of lust they haunt me so…

never wanting to go… never needing them to leave

your flesh… oh your flesh

like a lost book wanting to be read

my touch etching the words as we lay in this bed 

A poem 4 Netta

Young queen 

Do you know who you are ?

I hope you have not forgotten… 

In you’re veins runs the royalty of what is woman 

Do you know who you are ? 

I hope you have not forgotten…

Envisioning a moment without you 

that is being without breath without any sign of death

Do you know who you are ? 

I hope you have not forgotten…

What makes me want you’re passion 

The way U look into my soul ?

The way I place my hand on you’re chest to memorise your heartbeat ?

Knowing your safe makes me tranquil and at peace ?

Do you know who you are ?

I hope you have not forgotten…

Our first kiss the recreation of genesis 

My eve who has not yet bitten the apple 

Ur beauty is the reason cherry blossom’s come once every now & then

Do you know who you are ?

I hope you have not forgotten…

My muse who lays down the instrumental to my reality

this is something we both wanted 

just love in a moment  

Sometimes Less is More 

in this case the timing was perfect 

this is something we both wanted 

just love in a moment  

Was I your everything 

or just a Moment for inspiration 

Was the inspiration for the love or the art 

or was our love the inspiration for the art 

Was I your everything 

or just a Moment for inspiration 

Feelings of (My Death)

I’m Being Dipped in the sea of Darkness 

While i lay in the casket

I hear nothing 

I see nothing 

I feel Nothing 

there is no more warmth 

I’ve Forgotten how i died 

But I know It was with a Smile 

Gazing into my mind for the Last Time 

I was content 

Not Knowing where i would go after 

gave my hands a shake before it happened 

then the Numbness started to kick it 

My Last Visions where of my mother and Father 

and of course my Brother 

All i saw was smiles and good times 

and i said one last thing with a smirk on my face 

(That was one hell of a Ride)

When i was younger i was a “Real Nigga” then I grew up and Became a Man 

One of a Kind

When I put my mouth on you 

i want both sets of your lips to quiver 

Let your imagination collide with the Reality of ya Pussy 

Going Deep with the Tongue bout to have sprung 

Can your heartbeat match the Rhythm of your lungs “Gasping” 

Our synchronized sex vibes can make the planets aline 

and the light Dimming down from the sky can make your orgasm  

one of a Kind 

Only Rain 2 our Eyez

They say when it rains
God is weaping
what has happened for such
a high power to cry
Is it us humans with our wicked lies
the untrust we gave between each other
Even tho we all are the same sisters and brothers
What if ever rain drop is the fogotten soul lost
in all of our miniscule wars
The rain has a forever going heartbeat
that witch is torn