Black Poetry : Bedchamber Blessings

[Nahshon]

Beloved...the skin to my skin...my true closest kin...blessed we have been...sacrifices we've made...all ways for the greater good...taking the shape of our lives...so we can appreciate our quiet times...and reflect on what joins us as one...solemn vows taken at heights of heart palpitations...appreciating blessings... You woman of mine are my blessing...inspiring volumes of prose essays and poetry...I entitle you as my thesis on what is love...You the vision beyond vision of what beauty is...Adoring the simplicity and complexities of life together... Sometimes apart for our chosen slave master...Documentation signed...land says we are one...we talk plain humoristic truths about our past life...this is love now and future times...each day I am blessed to wake up next to my best friend forever... This I vowed til death do us part...this is real truth to me...guessed that's why it took me so long to settle down...I coaxed and coddled your heart... Only for something genuinely to impart between two... Soulful regenerations of souls clapping...and clapping... And clapping... Clasping two sets of hands clinched together to form the two fists of the lovers dance...sweat perspires...won't retire...round after round year after year well we don't have problems with our sex life because we always talk clear...communication creates bonds for better foreplay...make her remember why she married you...every single time you lay next to she...touch her like you've never touched her before...in fact don't touch her...until you can no longer resist the temptation of what is already yours...seduce your woman daily change it up give love spontaneity...Fulfill heart desire to have a life filled with love... Liberally Applying Bedchamber Blessings