Glory! Hear the voices of the Queen
The warmth hidden and exposed,
The laughter and power within.
At long last! Hear the voice.
Allow her to take you to the land within, the soul without,
To the mythical energy that bonds you as one
As her vibrations bring you back to life.
As her soul floats into the universe
Dragging what is without in you to a place of serenity.
Listen to the sounds of what is your divine intervention.
Do not ask but feel,
As your eyes burn red.
Embrace this sound as she has freed you.
At long last!
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.
rest my head on your breast
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,
~ 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.
What is beauty? Beauty is the soul dancing gracefully within, she. The hair that flows from her skull; hugging every twist &turn.; Her skin is the beauty that's melts when you touch it &feels; of silk on your tongue! Black wombman is she, a Goddess for Eternity!
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