Bend your knees
his sins run down your face
open that sweet mouth
the vulguarity of your innocence
repugnant in your mouth
the ever familiar taste.

laying there naked in a river of deceit,
spread eagle waiting,
for what makes your soul weak
eyes closed in denial
you can no longer look at what you've lost

  The closest you feel
skin on skin,
in those moments you lose the fear
that your losing him.

and you pray for those moments just before bed
when your under the covers
and on his chest rests your head,
for then a few hours when you become slave to sleep
you hold hands with an angel
who keeps you company in your dreams

My dear,  do not fear
The bitter and sweet words you hear.
Do not fear to fall in love with Moet
Yes, Moet the wanderlust poet
For it is best to fall in love with poets
Who are never short of sweet words
Sweet words from the heart
And not from the throat.
Whoever says never fall in love with a poet is a liar
Because a poet is the best comforter and lover like me from Nigeria.

Ever since you kissed my lips

All I can think about is having more.

How you’ll think my moans sound

And how you’re body will quiver.

Breaths shortening as I remember

Your lips on my shoulder

And your pants tighten thinking

About my soft skin

My name is Eve when I’m in you presence

And I know you don’t care much about hearts

But I want you to hurt me,

Break me apart.

A sister is someone to look up to
she gives you the strength to stand,
even when you're feeling blue.
A sister is a hand enfolded into your own
just a single phone call away,
and she is there when you feel all alone.
A sister is love mixed with patience
she is your home away from home,
Even if she doesn't get paid for maintenance.
A sister is full of fun and galore
she will laugh and joke around,
until you almost fall on the floor.
But, most of all…
A sister is the greatest gift anyone could ask for!

The different hats I wear:

I'm a teacher

I'm a yard supervisor

I'm a nurse

I'm a first responder

I'm a gardener

I'm a part time mommy

I'm a chef

I'm a waiter

I'm a musician

I'm a singer

I'm a actress

I'm a story teller

I'm a  repair person

I'm a counselor

I'm a couch

I'm a pillow

I'm a tissue

I'm an art easel

I am a teacher and so much more!

The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

The bear comes, mauls
You, eats your innards
Tearing you inside

And out. Until you forget
All the negatives and wish
You could get back to
How things were,
Your mind festers in the pain.

I call him collect
I tell him, this morning I fell in
love with him.

he makes me sign a form saying,
"I'm not depressed."

Later I go to work and don't even notice

Midnight.
What a ******* midnight you are
stop it with your cold shoulder.

bleached
beneath
a 10 kilowatt
moon
anticipating
geometry
the smell
of soap
that same
instant
calling into
question
bisexuality
without flesh
or
the vibration
of blood