Black Poetry : Creed of the Devine

[Natasha]

I stand tall and proudly proclaim
I Diva seek no fortune, no fame
All I need, this I decree:
Is a loving man to worship me.
To rub my feet, and kiss my thighs
To stroke my belly, and caress me with his eyes..
 
To smooth the day from my back
Missing no crevice,valley or crack.
To brush my hair, and paint my nails
To serenade me with sweet tales.
 
 
I say clear, proud and true
To seek my mind, and listen to
The things my heart has to say
A flow of words black, white and gray.
 
The creed of the Devine, etched forever in stone
A proclamation a statement of facts
Eternally engraved upon the soul.

 

[baller]

your proclamation
did touch my soul
your story...crisp
your words...bold
tall you did stand and quick to proclaim
a diva who seeks no fortune or fame

if i might say just a little peace
your words are pure but is there grief
has pain and sorrow brought you here
to offer this treasure...of one so dear
no matter, the reason, you stand today
or why you say the words you say
truth was spoken...i know it's true
so i kneel at your feet
to worship you.

i'll kiss your toes
and nibble your calves
hesitate
as you exhale
a gentle laff

i'll caress that area
behind your knee
make sure
in your heart
you remember me

i'll lick gentle bites
to your inner thigh
and smile as you breathe
an audible sigh

the crevices down yonder
you offer me
i'll slowly devour
all things in between

the mountains and valleys
i'd climb up to
as you spread wide yourself
i'd enter you

SLOWLY.

as i worship you.

 

[$$RICH$$]

FORTH I KNEW
THE LOVE OF U
THE DIVA I KNOW
AND THE HEART U SHO
I FEEL THE PROCLAIM
OF YA TOUCH DES IN U
I LOVE SO MUCH
YET THE SPRAY OF PAIN
IS WHEN U CALL OUT ONES
NAME
U SEEK NOT THE FAME
JUST THE GLORY OF
GOD'S HOLY NAME
DIVA U R BY FAR.