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Queen of Darker Shades

Girl, you're beautiful 
can I call you ebony?
Nefertiti, my black Nubian?
your skin is like a clear midnight. 

Everything about you is fine
I'm digging the curves of your thighs
trippin on your full chocolate lips 
as your chest rise. 

Perspiration is falling like diamonds 
trickling down your breasts 
I want to make earthquakes, desires
as I touch your essence. 

Queen of darker shades 
let me take you there
make love to your mind 
in ways no other can. 

Your polished toenails 
and pretty fingertips 
through your pants, the outlining of your ass
and regal headwrap. 

I want to engage you
in freaky, foreplay positions
taste your nectar, orgasmic seas
as I lick your sap. 

I can set sun flares in your eyes
and lay pearls at your feet
your soul rises to sweet lines 
with every heartbeat. 

Now stand motionless, dream lover
take flight- love like no other
my mind is twisted, I like 
the anticipation of your waterfalls. 

Everything within me calls
thoughts of you naked
in submission, visions of your legs spread
as I make you lose your inhibitions. 

So ride with me tonight 
for I'm truly addicted to you
and give me your black berry
Queen of Darker Shades.

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My Desert Cassia


Among the shadows of the night  

I hear your footsteps  

the scent of jasmine  

on your henna-dyed hair.  

 

I remember how you looked then 

as I ponder upon twilight summers 

two hearts engaged with passion  

underneath light rainfalls.  

 

Beauty is her essence 

dreamless, floating on crimson tides 

I touch her tresses 

composed perfectly, accentuating her eyes 

 

The curves of your thighs  

like jewels touched by sunlight 

exotic, held captive- intrigued  

by this Desert Cassia.

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She Walks The City Streets


She walks the city streets 

in the silence of dark   

the woman with lost dreams  

and a broken heart. 

 

Searching for the meaning of love 

while moving like the wind  

I touched the color of her emotions  

on white pearl strings. 

 

She was often mistreated  

scarred soul from life 

Beautiful, walking in summer evenings  

as she passed me by.  

 

She was from East Harlem  

Spanish, enamored of her 

the irony of loving a harlot 

Strange fate, the tale of allure.  

 

She seemed to chase illusions  

on elusive wings 

the bitter-sweet fusion  

shattered her dreams.  

 

She walks the city streets  

in the silence of dark  

the woman who lost her crown 

truly, the queen of my heart.

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The Red Rose Declines



The red rose declines  

as sunsets fade in time 

The distance spreads before me 

On a twilight summer eve.  

 

Days of the sweetest bliss 

Symphonies of a kiss 

Still lingers in my soul 

I never had a love like that before.  

 

It was like emerald skies 

With silvers moons 

The mystery of the quiet still 

And soft melodic tunes.  

 

Shards of glass scattered  

Across the beautiful expanse 

Her love master, romance 

Moments that truly mattered.  

 

Flaming sun chariots 

Falls in her eyes  

Cast the dye  

Sweet child of Arias. 

 

Visions of slanted monsoons  

and the scent of her perfume  

blowing on an aromatic breeze 

across blue jeweled streams. 

 

Still, the red rose declines 

cruel the fate of time  

and love is fleeting  

stealing one last evening.

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Pearls at Your Feet


I watch pink-blue horizons  

as visions of your face 

fade in the sinking sun  

your footprints linger in the haze.  

 

Reflections of white satin seas 

open and shut walls  

the Elysium of endless dreams  

where shadow and light fall. 

 

Nameless on these pages  

weaving sweet tapestry  

in sonnets, poetic sequences  

as every word comes rapidly.  

 

Secrets of your heart  

Touched by subtle motions  

Rising with a rising star 

At the start of profuse notions.  

 

Gems of topaz 

on your caramel hands  

sun rain angels’ dance 

in a lover’s trance.  

 

Let me play a sonata  

as silver moons glide  

the muse, Hakuna Matata  

you by my side.  

 

Every inch of you is beautiful  

curves, your body petite  

yesterdays were forever few  

I lay pearls at your feet.   

 

I disappear into an ocean of people  

leaving paths of sweet jade  

until we meet again in the regal  

among diamond blue shades.

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Seductive Nights


I first scoped your ass 

then moved up your chest 

staring, my thoughts so clear 

It could touch your breasts.  

 

My heart pulsated  

as with rhythmic muse 

you were naked  

under sheets of blue.  

 

Your thighs, left me agaze, mesmerized 

Dreamless, your seductive eyes 

with a minuscule of innocence 

and the sweet aroma of your scent.  

 

Your beauty is regal  

Lethal to every man a prize 

Gorgeous from head to toe 

You stole my mind.  

 

She walks in shades of night  

her footsteps in the shadows  

alone like a desert rose 

times with her truly mattered. 

 

Sexy in her own right  

sultry, like fire-red diamonds 

my passion is burning  

her style is so enticing.  

 

You move me like strong weed 

floating, intoxicating, choking  

off the pearl of your seas 

the dynamics, motion, dreams. 

 

I watched you, resistless 

like a moth burned by light  

your hips paralyzed me  

at first sight. 

 

Lost in a lover’s bliss 

and your honey-flavored lips                                                                                                        

you tantalize my mind  

when you come by.    

 

Silver moons at your hips  

I can make lava flow 

seismic reactions  

just from one kiss of my lips.  

 

Do you feel me? 

I can see us clearly  

me bouncing your pretty ass 

In the moonlight.  

 

Deep poetic strokes 

The sweetest I ever wrote 

Across your soul  

I'm still wanting you more. 

 

This passion is strong  

in and out till dawn 

all around till you cum 

call my name thereof. 

 

You’re fine, no lie 

your form inviting 

I can’t stop writing  

these seductive lines. 

 

Your body is hot like saffron 

you search for release 

in the melody of this song 

as you get on top of me.   

 

Your fingers outline my chest 

the touch of my virility  

your submission demands  

with each caress. 

 

In the nude  

me and you  

foreplay on your clitoris  

as sexual movements come in rhythms.  

 

I will forever be your dream lover 

as you remember these seductive nights                                                                               

our play in quiet storms  

 this sweet sex love

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Blue Lotus


She is a blue lotus  

touched by the sunlight 

the intricacy of her emotions 

becomes clear with time. 

 

As shades of twilight fall  

Her love, subtle has entranced me 

I hear her voice calling  

 drifting on a soliloquy. 

 

I’m her captive, pleading  

weaving words in a tapestry 

foamy seas in the distance 

and her footprints shatter me. 

 

The hue of red 

and a gold braided thread 

woven through and through  

how I long for you. 

 

Blue lotus of mine  

delicate, adrift cool streams  

among the raining moonlight  

your hair falls gently.  

 

Don’t let the night pass 

until love finds meaning  

composing beautiful symphonies 

and moments that last.  

 

I adore your worth  

In each measure 

profound this love 

the blue lotus I cherish.

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Beauty So Clear

It seemed like yesterday 
when I met a woman named Dee
she was beautiful, unique
but now gone away. 

Still, I remember her smile 
and passionate nights with her
the power of her allure
and the essence of her style. 

Her lips were sweet like honey
with eyes, lucid, magnetizing 
inspiring, my soul ever rising
her form was so lovely. 

At times her temper flared
but she was more beautiful 
the sunlight dancing on her hair
I must be truthful-

She was the better part of me
and the one I miss
other women cannot compare
to beauty so clear.

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Fallen Rose Bud


You remind me of Autumn
your simple grace
can be compared to a rosebud
falling in the wind. 

I was blessed by your presence
the soft tone of your form
as you brushed against me
moving flirtatiously, subtly. 

Your scent lingers on my mind
and your sudden touch of kindness
pulled me, strongly attracted
I gazed into your almond-shaped eyes. 

I think of you incessantly 
here at your mercy
your beauty titillates me
tantalizing my thoughts.

I saw you last week
passing your way, I spoke
you replied but seemed shy
or was I the one speechless?

How could I communicate 
make visual my appeal
centered around you 
you are sweet like a sunflower. 

Light morena, your skin color
your face is clear with luster
as the full orb moon 
against a blue twilight sky. 

I wish I could tell you 
how you remind me of Autumn
your simple grace
I compare to a rosebud.

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Your Name Could Have Been Prunella


You were there standing quietly
taken by one look at you
your beauty, exotic, excited me
true your dress was simply blue.

I cannot lie, my inarticulation 
at the sight of sunsets in your eyes
your essence broke my concentration 
taking me to new heights. 

Brown hair, reflecting tints of henna
your provocative form
and walk, your name could have been Prunella
as you reached for my love. 

Your price was far above Jewels 
captivated by your smile
the rose that bloomed
but faded from my life.