Black Poetry : Black n Blue

alyce

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She hangs,
suspended from the pendulum
of her own heart strings
defying the pull of love
yet
like a magnet, the force
is more than she can bear

feeling pleasing rhythms
~everywhere~

and nature does it’s
thing
as she sits upon that
swing

imagine her burning
between smooth thighs

while needing another
lover’s eyes

...and heart & soul
...and arms
...and lips

but giving pleasure
from her hips

to the one who’s nearest

not the love who’s dearest

her heart shall know no rest

when she can’t touch the best

flowing endlessly between
the two
her soul bruised,
black and blue

streams of his white hot
joy is what she craves

so,
inside her soul
is where she saves

the deepest, sweetest
part
for the one who owns
her heart


Alyce, 2000
 
at what depth do we begin to measure the love of a woman...
...as for me, i cannot fathom the complexities of
emotions that comprise the wonderful gift that GOD has
bestowed upon us that is she...may her worthiness, even in
the sorrow of an unrequited love, never be diminished....
and may your words, light the way back from the darkest of
depths, to show that somewhere, even when we least expect
it....THERE IS LIGHT!
beautiful piece my WORDLY QUEEN....thanx for the read

Saaroncrowell
 
Alyce....I can resist this one......

Though you may be with another
Your heart longs for your true lover
though separated in the physical
you are bound together in the spiritual
you give yourself to another, but your soul cannot delight
until you can join yourself with he known as the Knight of Nights.
 

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