dear beautiful lover
I thought about you today
I'm completely and utterly in awe of you
I am smitten by all your shades of ebony
I can imagine you standing right before in all your shades of almighty

my king, it seems that we are fighting against distance, time and gravity
we are in our own universe
this gravitational phenomenon caused this soul to attract
to
you

you intrigue me
& I want to explore you
physically
mentally
& emotionally  

I want to absorb you
soak you up like sponge
I want to fill up the hunger of my curiosity
with
you

I want to feed off of your intellects
be drowned in you intellects
I want to be attached to you in
every
single
way

I want you to write tasteful poems about me, as I do about you

but my everything,
it seems we are fighting against
distance, time and gravity
but maybe this is interlude
& our time will come
until then I shall just admire you from a distance
& write secret poems about you
until my pen runs out of ink

By Cheyanne Ntangu

If it wasn't for my curiosity,
I would have never of sold the body of my love to the demons of the world for them to get intimate with,
for them to fornicate with.
curiosity kills,
but he was still the
sweetest
piece
of
sin.

I give it up,
I gave my love virginity away
to the seeds of Adam.
The ones that woman was made from the dust of
I need cleansing,
I want what I once had back

If I knew I would have never of
played in loves playground,
and this is all because
of my curiosity.

By Cheyanne Ntangu

It's 7:52pm and I lay here in darkness
The sun light seeps through my blinds and the same way I watch the sun set, is the same way I watch the sun raise. My depression deprives me of sleep.
I lay here reading love novels all day. which only deepens my depression, as I yearn for it to be me. Even the characters  pain seems more exquisite than mine.

What's wrong with me? How can I be so young and feel so old? Even my inner goddess is getting rusty.
What beauty do I have left?

But I choose to mourn in silence, with this  strange feeling in my chest but I don't cry. My face remains emotionless. No one will understand the mist of my struggles, besides I'm too broken, too ****** up to be fixed, or to be wanted.

By Cheyanne Ntangu

Let's make a deal
that the smoke scented
taste of your tongue
will never leave mine.

Whisper sweet words to my ears,
echo to me your favourite poem
mark your territory on my skin
make my body feel electric
for my body is your canvas
And this is art we're making.

By Cheyanne Ntangu

He's so beautiful
with his midnight ebony skin
& well sculpted physique
I crave to touch the descendant of Adam
I want our bodies to connect
& become as one
He's beautiful,
beautifully refined,
a breath of fresh air
An intelligent soul
I'm in awe of him
& his name, a sweet benediction to my lips

By Cheyanne Ntangu