FRAGMENTS OF DESIRE

On July 30, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, Carnal, Dark Skin, Dreams, Erotic1 Comment

FRAGMENTS OF DESIRE

Thus begins the seduction of caramel by CHOCOLATE

Wet dreams and tight
panties waiting to be pulled off slippery pulsating thighs.
Wet dreams that need to be quenched with your solid hose. Languid still night air pierced with orgasms of a rosy hue. Vermilion sucked from natures honey fine wine. Suddenly I awake perspiration dripping
from every pore. Hoping to re- enter loves dream straddling its long solid oar.
Rapture of sensual delight.
As he raised me up off the floor his caramel fingers found the small of my back the most sensitive erotic, Spot save my delicious clit and my narrow tunnel waiting to be filled walls grazed by an 8.5
heavy duty caboose.

He ripped off my clothes and fell upon me. Suddenly I found my legs high in the air and wrapped around
his neck then his wide chest awaiting his sword night pleasure to pierce the cool night with erotic pleasure
babble.

Later that night I was rode hard and put out wet.

It all began on a hot sultry night trying to escape the swelter of the day. Peeling hot sticky clothing permeated with ripe pheromones. Nude bodies lying by the riverbank with only fingers entwined. Restless yearning for freedom to explore exquisite hidden caverns of Gods perfect work a fine wine waiting to be sipped and sucked through a fleshy straw.

Pieces — A Poem of Resurrection and Reconciliation

On July 22, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, Black Unicorn, cacophony, Dissonance, Ethiopian Goddess, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Intellectualism, Mystical Creatures, Night Bird, soul, Spirituality, Visions

Pieces – A Poem of Resurrection and Reconciliation

As the Phoenix arises from the ashes so does the Renaissance Woman of the

21^st Century

Taking disparate items and putting them together to make my soul whole

LEDISI – PIECES OF ME

Pieces of me were left behind with every man

Until I did not know who I was

I was slowly being deconstructed

Like a Cubist painting

Distorted

Take a piece of me away

Insert you

Till all of me disappears

Much like the legend of Osiris & Isis

I set out to find all the pieces

To reconstruct and reshape my womanhood

The High Priestess sang the Victory Song

DeBorah was resurrected

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The Lover

On May 21, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Catharsis, Dreams, Ethiopian Goddess, Fantasy, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Goddess, Images, Royalty, Sacred, sci-fi, soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Surrealism, Understanding, Wisdom1 Comment

The Lover

Writing is the neglected Lover who calls me away from a stifling my 13 hour workdays. It is the hunger that demands to be fed. The passion that must be satisfied.

The dilemma: money vs. true love. I need the money but I must feed my soul. Only when I answer the voice of my muse am I truly engaged in this life.

My fervor is akin to amusing myself with dilettantes whilst the face of my Lover is ever before me. The Lover is the orgasm I seek on a nightly basis.

I feel his long slender fingers playing over my body like the keyboard on a piano.

The music he produces brings an exotic mixture of pain and ecstasy. It’s an addiction that dominates my mind, soul, spirit and body. A craving only he can satisfy.

Only his lean taut body, his touch can bring me to spiritually fulfilling orgasmic pleasure when after hours of lovemaking I lock my legs around his torso in those final eternal moments of sensual paradise.

Sometimes he comes to me on the wings of a night bird. A beautiful dark & twisted fantasy. A Midnight Dream so real you’ve only exchanged one dimension for another. Whilst the full moon reigns I pass through many long and varied portals. I taste the sounds of evening on your lips. Feel the words slipping through fingers. The crested muse rides the galactic wave gliding silently o’er my cerebral universe seeking a docking station whereby I may be subsumed into His flesh.

Souls Intertwined

On May 13, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Ethiopian Goddess, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Gifted & Black, Goddess, Intellectualism, Sacred, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, Spirit, Spirituality, Understanding, Wisdom

Souls Intertwined

Today is the day we graduate from the school of hard knocks, cast aside fear and tell that special someone we Love them. Life is short, so let us break free from the prison of fear and hold tight to those who love us. Now is the time for hugs & kisses. Now is the time for consummation of a love long sought & desired. My beloved Dad had a saying, “He who hesitates is lost”. How long will we deny the Blessing that God has put before us afraid to take that leap of faith? Only realizing our mistake when you see God’s blessing in another’s arms.

My girlfriend’s death has made me more serious about my relationship with God and with people. It’s time for me to stop being afraid to share my feelings with those I love be they family or friends. The love of money and material things is the root of loneliness. Can we put our arms around money? Can it hug us and speak life to us in times of despair? Will money warm our beds at night? Will money celebrate our joys and comfort us in times of grief. No. Only another human being can do that. So what are we all waiting for? What is our relationship with God but our lives shared and intertwined.

The Awakening has come! Our Redeemer has come and we are saved.

We’ve through off the yoke of suppression! Our souls begin to arise and join one another in complete harmony. Exalting with each soulful eye gaze. Lips grazing up cheeks. Smooth manicured brown hands imbuing the memory facial feature. Long narrow fingers playing my body like an instrument.

Love and Joy are the rays of light at the end of a dark and winding roadway. Joy overcomes our sorrow with the promise of a rainbow after the storm.