Never not know nothing
Know for a fact that it’s you
It will always be you
Has been you since I seen your pants
I love you
I adore you
I respect you
And will never do **** to jeopardize that
I’m yours, fully
In all ways
Never not know
Never not know what I will or will not do
Always know that I put you in mind first
I know the consequences and never will I test the waters
In no way, shape or form
I want to water your grass
I want to nurture your mind
I want to caress your emotions and protect your feelings
I want you and only ******* you
I hope and pray these words are mutual
Reciprocation is everything
You and me
Me and you
Not for a good time but for a long time
I love you, KCNH 🤎🤞🏽

First off, hello beautiful (forehead kiss)
I have some questions to ask you
Nooot too many like Fifty’s 21
But just enough to get you close to nuttin’
Can I pin you up against the wall
Holding your hands tight enough to keep your from squirming
Loose enough to let you feel safe
Can I kiss you passionately
While our tongues do a dance
Gah’**** Kadi, them lips put me in a trance
Tongues sliding, lip biting, sliding this snake down ya throat
The way you kiss me, keeps me coming back for mo’
Grabbing you by the throat to give you every piece of it
Then whispering in ya ear how bad I can’t wait to get a taste of it
Slowing working my way down all that ******* chocolate skin of yours
Nope, gotta come back up and give you some more
With my hand, I’m gently playin with ya *******
Not too much cause ion wanna it to tickle
Just get rock hard so I can **** and nibble
Running my hand up and down ya thighs
Yeah you know, I’m waiting for the surprise
Gently unbuckling ya button
Can I touch it
I wanna feel how wet you are
I wanna feel the warmth
Gah’**** Kadi, you turn me on
I wanna excite you a little, to hear you moan
My fingers massaging ya ****
Now you moaning in my ear talkin’bout you want some of Chinka stroke
Ooooh and I wanna give it to you, just not yet
I haven’t finished playing wit’chu and you ******’ dripping wet
You wanna taste it
Or can I have it all to myself
Gah’**** Kadi, wha’chu got me feelin’, I’ain neva felt
****** my fingers clean
You grab my hand and lead me to the next scene

Don't chase happiness.
Stop, and let it, find you.

Peacock feathers
perfection.
A baby panther yawning
yawning, sleek and
black, a swan leaning
back
stretching pristine snowy wings.
Petrichor, crisp musk,
floating river feathers,
mother’s ozone after rain,
all
around
hitting soft
down.

The reddest of roses held to the sky.
The clearest of tears
we have yet to cry.

A silvery plate of oily green olives throwing back the sun,
of which they are ,   one.
( of which we all are)
so hard,
becoming one with nothing again in each passing breath.
Energy expended.
A thought, by moments.... in emotions
extended.

The care of casket sheen — silken interiors but overflowing with the wet, inky blackness of squirming, over-lit salamanders. Writhing
Erupting.
Effluviant.
Rubbery little salamanders.
Everywhere.
Nature. The nature. Of art and beauty.
Understanding, the great misunderstanding
right before our eyes. Right. before.         Our eyes.
Rite before our eyes.
Eyes, another’s .What we truly long to see.
The clarity of symbols built over centuries
and lost in a single fire/trend.

Whenever my family and I,
Prepare to embark on a fair drive,
I grab my phone with my playlist along with my headphones.
Filled with excitement that nobody knows.
We set out on our excursion,
I put my headphones in,
I turn on my music,
And let the symphonies enter my head.
If I close my eyes,
I can visualize,
An ancient city filled with song and dance,
Amidst a sacred feast with the finest band.
I see the dresses swirl, and I smell the wheat in the fields,
Along with the fresh bread that they created with their yields.
The song changes to a more melancholic melody,
I envision a final stand, one with honor and dignity.
The knight fights its hardest, but is overrun,
The piano’s keys, haunting me, as it dies under the setting sun.
Another change, more upbeat, a comforting, catchy symphony.
I wish to dance, but I am confined to the car seat.
I open my eyes and look to the right,
At the sprawling landscape we’ve been passing by,
But instead of farmland and trees, guess what I see,
The same mind-boggling envisioning!
More songs play, various tones,
From joyous to somber, sacred to monotone,
Threatening to empowering, all on their own.
The drums beat to the piano’s keys,
As a rare mandolin strums in harmony.
A glorious symphony,
An undertone for creativity.
Oh, the power of envisioning!

outside, the cold air
unwraps my skin.
i’m listening to a friend
tell us a story
that feels rehearsed,
meant to impress
but all i can think about
how sweet my drink is
and the length of that girl’s dress
across the street.

then i see him —
half-familiar, waving.
i don’t remember his name,
but he does me,
goes on about
jobs he’s changed
and the old team.
i’m the only one left.

he asks if life
is treating me well.
i nod.

he asks if i’m happy.

i look down,
searching for the answer
between cigarette ash
and concrete.

“if you need to think about it,”
he says,
“you’re not.”

his words stay with me
for the rest of the night,
then the week,
then the month.