SLEEPWALKING (The Dreamer)

The joys of sleepwalking
Travelling awake whilst holding steadfastly
to limitless dreams
Journeying with lucidity
Along the path I visit lineage of slaves and royalty
Spirits of ancestry
Knowledge imparted
Elders sharing laws of the universe as we converse
Foretelling of stories
I a beneficiary in prophecy of an abundant destiny
Overwrought with transcendental truth
Not held captive or bound to sands of time
Here I am forever
Triumphant over limiting beliefs
confines of a mortal mind
Dancing in tune with vibrations of high frequencies
I ascend further in the metaphysical
Colours of the magical rainbow testament
The space between heaven and earth is indeed bridgeable

(When others, pessemists loitering in the physical call you a dreamer, do not be discouraged. Instead dream on. Continue sleepwalking, for you are wide awake in the realm of manifestation)

LAGOONS (Sacred Treasures)

I play with the arches of her feet
The feel of her skin like silk depicted in a delectable dream
A kaleidescope of poetic sounds and colours
And I have discovered the pot of gold at the end of her rainbow

Look how she decorates the sky
No longer shall the essence of her treasure remain a secret
Her redolent scent reminiscent of cocoa butter, strawberries and cinnamon
Though a while we have known one another,
this is to be the inaugural moment of our recrudescence

The nag champa burns ceremoniously
Vapours rise as you arouse every inch of my spirit
Overflowing with a child like buoyancy
To have once again made your bonny acquaintance

A masterpiece of an artist’s abstraction
An incarnation expressed in the breathing hidden behind her heaving bosom
She was becoming, succumbing to the wonderful glow of all of her splendour
Her soul unclad
Enunciating her intentions through the intimacy of gentle whispers

Tattooing her heavenly impression upon my heart
I am refurbished at our sacred lagoon
True loves archetype evoking a shift in paradigm
Your fingers inside of mine, our palms pressed together
Universal laws in unison

TIDES

You are my sweet muscovado
Perfectly unrefined
Resurrecting my mind from states of martyrdom
I listen to your music amongst the songbirds
Natures orchestral sound
Through your wisdom I am set to freedom

I dance with the symphony of your scent in the wind
Your grand opus never muted
Forcing the life of my heart to contract
Fervently beating aloud
Proving after pain endured,
it is still in tact

Providing me with my own context in how you relate to my soul
Respecting the uniqueness of our connection
Never resentful, comparing me to others that may have been before
Embracing my perfect imperfections
Epitomes of true acceptance

I gaze out on the waves of your waters
Feet covered under the warm blanket of your tide
I am furnished with a deep gratitude as you wash over me
I wholly accept your divine invitation
With you I shall abide

ALTITUDE (Falling Pt.2)

To fall at an altitude
is to see your beautiful scenery in all it’s glory
I have no worry for landing,
instead a wish to keep on falling
A connection transcending the physical
Un più bello ed in profondità Amore
So if I lose my last breath to the wind
In death I know we shall continue our infinite story

BLUE DRESS

I can still smell your perfume
The trail left upon my quilt, perfect compliment, to an already sweetened scent
The smudge of old mascara would ensure you left behind your mark
Mosaics of beautiful regrets

The outline of your berry coloured lips
For a brief moment to the past I reminisce
Of a connection deeply intertwined as the threaded patterns
Intricately stitched in your little blue dress

INCEPTION

I thought from you I had stolen a daring glance
Taken aback at the realisation that your almond eyes lay fixated on my soul
That bewitching stare without utter spoke clearly, articulating your intention to carve your signature upon my heart

The genesis of our bond, on the surface,
this momentous occasion would appear to be
Of you I became completely enamoured
Your look of allurement, also one of a most arousing mischief

Enthused by anticipation of our touch
Exploring the possibilities, until within your vibrational rhythm I am buried deeply
My thirst for a deep love quenched
Drenched as I bathe in your measureless streams

Then in a moment of déjà vu
Struck with awareness where I had felt you before this scene
Though now you have manifested here in my reality, under the warmth of our lovers blanket
Our meeting place established long ago
at the inception of my dreams

CRUSH (Falling)

Flashbacks,
to a crush that once brought me to the unanticipated bend of my knees
She knew me truly and deeply, as if she had read me in book bindings of ancient libraries containing hidden secrets of all my fantasies
She was more than amazing
Moon appearing, illuminating us in our limitless exchanges
Falling in love with the ease of finding her heart through the incense smoke of a séance
I see clearly as our souls touch
Connecting with spirits of love, the fires of burning passion was her trademark
The rhapsodies of my chest blow aloud
Until I remember to tell my heart to hush
Falling further, I attempt to cling to the foolish pride of the proud
For this was only meant to be a crush

FEMININITY (She Is…. Pt.2)

She is more than just her full breasts
She is the heart that lives behind
Beating strongly within the sacred shrine of her chest
She is more than just her tongue, the purplest kiss of her sultry lips
She is all the words of thought from her spirit beautifully sung into existence
She is more than the length of her hair, more than just her soft thighs
She is the physical manifestation of her soul climbing through open windows of her eyes
She is more than her shapely hips, the curves of her grand design
She is the womb providing passage from heavenly realms into divinity of life
She is tough
She is art
A masterpiece
She is summer
She is as refreshing as the air I breath
She is regal, more than precious
She is realness conceived from abstract dreams
Enchanted
By her I’m bewitched
Never self degrading professing herself to be a bad b*****
Eternal royalty
From her crown her light beams
Forever she is my queen
More than her physical being
Her essence flows like water from calm streams
She is fine
She is divine
She is limitless
She is everything

SHADOWS (Sisteen Chapel)

I can still smell you
Your scent reminiscent to the purplest lavender, sweet roses and magnolia blossoms all infused
I can still feel the touch of you on my black skin
As if you are still here
Me laid contented in the bountiful bosom of your truth
The soothe of textures silken
I can still hear the pulsations of your beating heart
Still feel the impassioned warmth of your heavy breathing
The shapes we create in erotic art
Thinking of the shadows you left
Painted like the sisteen chapel on the canvass of my ceiling

CELIBACY (Mind Sex)

Aroused by her racy thoughts
The rub of her mind against mine would make the limber parts of my body taut
When she spoke
The motive of her melody would stroke the ego of my proud hereditary
Though I enigmatic
With her regal charm, attentively she  seductively began to strip me
Surreptitiously unwrapping all the pleasurable endowments of my mythical mystery
She was insistent
Redolent, svelte, she unfastened the belt of my throbbing heart with immense tenacity
Reciprocating, I unbuttoned her blouse revealing her soul hidden in her chastity
Opening up possibilities in my subconscious through sublimation of her naked energies
The glow of her skin bronze and gold
Conversation thrusting back and forth in rhetoric
Textures of our connection silken
Foreplay to the union of our psyche majestic
I lay a kiss on her frontal lobe
Weaving the intricacies of our thoughts into tantric patterns of simplicity
Allowing me to slowly enter her cogitations
Orgasm of two minds in ascendency