Till you can’t walk Till you are sore, Yet still smiling from the thrilling experience, Till you are sweating pleasure from every pore. Till your breath murmurs my first name with every inhale Till my voice is the only sound your ears need to hear.
i would rest my head on your breast and listen Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by every noted word you harmonize
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine Narratives about your dreams About who breaks your glassy heart And what tickles your eye-ducts into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes she deserves beautiful things, The Nubian Queen, Sunflower Child.
~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul. | (c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.