Queen Nubian
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My word is my sword. In a world deprived of love; teeming with war, every utterance must serve a purpose, & bend towards righteous accord.
"Keep your feet on the ground & your thoughts at lofty heights".
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Our Love Is Music
He calls me Gorgeous every time I smile. Appreciating every dimple and beauty mark, admiring my elegance and style. When his hands grace my skin, I am bound by desire; held captive in his firm grip. The contrast of my soft to his hardness is sublime..I feel like a “Natural Woman”. From the tip of my Afro’ to the soles of my feet, he has blessed every inch of me with kisses..with lips that ride the curve of his smile with divine precision. Those hands of his are patient yet dutiful, melting away my tension.
By Queen Nubian10 months ago in Poets
To Be Loved
Oh what a blessing to be loved..for it softens the heart, stirs the soul and puts the mind at ease. To reciprocate love genuinely is the most humble and selfless task the soul can achieve. I am basking in your love..feeling it ever-presently. The sweet graze of your lips on my forehead and cheek, the trace of your fingertips gliding from the peak of my spine to the soles of my feet. Your whispers linger in my ear like a gentle breeze; those sweet nothings you speak. Those compliments that render me speechless, affirming your appreciation for the bashful beauty that is me. Love is knowing what makes them unique, what makes them smile, what makes them weak. All those things I didn’t have to tell you, you found thrill in discovery. Your ferocious vigor is exciting; a man bursting with mystery and spontaneity! Of course my King, you are a descendant of royalty. To me your Blackness is supreme; divine and befitting of this, your Melanated Queen. Oh what a blessing it is to be loved, by You. To be loved by the One who loves Me for Me.
By Queen Nubian2 years ago in Poets
