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Divine Feminine

McFLY

By El PoetPublished about a year ago 2 min read
Divine Feminine
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See I been speaking with my

divine feminine friend,

and she's pushing my limits again...

Frequently sublime

listening to her mind...

as if she's interested

on what I have to say...

With this and that,

the writing is permanent on her heart,

tit for tat, actually...

Allow these words to rub

your back...and forth,

magically...

I'm way more inclined

to have amazing,

blind conversations

like Ray Charles did...

I wanna create safe havens,

where she's saying shit like, narly!

And put on some Narls Barkley!

It's time to recline

with this woman,

she's showing me

the king that I am!

And that means something...

Her presence is giving me

non-controlling vibes y'all...

seeing through the friendship

As she expresses

kind mentionings,

I think she sees the soul inside...

Even her ma' knows the hype,

lit through magnifying lenses

and in broad daylight...

The sun shines on her skin,

it stays tight...

But all you know is shade, right?

Glistening, by the pool, swimming

with those sexy toes in slides...

I suppose

the sight will finish

a man's might!

In Vegas,

the nerve, vagus...

for sure

she's outrageously

courageous and

pure...

That's why

I'd rather be building

and healing with her...

that's for sure...

No, not speaking like a weirdo

in her earlobe,

but clearly

I'm sincere though!

Now, she said,

"You're giviiiiiing, game!"

And I think

I'm fixing

to get behind this

fine vixen

as she says,

"you keep burning that sage..."

I'm sitting

Indian style

No wait,

criss cross

applesauce...

with my legs!

Ain't that what they taught us

back in the day,

my prit-teh (pretty)?

Now, am I twisting

up

a fatty

or

a skinny?

Let D J spin Biggie...

Naked underneath an apron!

Baked in the kitchen,

Prawns are what she made us!

I don't even eat crepes, Ma'...

but I'll break fast

for anything you make...Yum!

Thinking 'bout how I'm winning

no stress, and I don't wanna flirt

with death in a skirt,

unless it's on purpose!

As if I don't know

she hurts men, with those hips...

ah' twerking...

With all that ass in face,

even a donkey can't

pull all that weight...

That's a snake

in a garden

an apple was ate...

Guess she was starving...

This evening

In Eden...

This is the Eve that...

Cain was able

to be available

for the blood bath, bleeding

period...

devilish foolery,

a myriad,

of confusing food to eat...

I mean plenty...

Courts for grooming...

Too many...

And you ain't

a bro to me,

I hope you know

what you doing to me...

You seem different...

You're way beyond

cool, to me...

I'd love to know know who you,

actually, be!

Usually,

I'd rule as King...

But you do something to me...

My mama taught me

about

the birds and the bees...

But you

got me buzzing

for a true Queen!

Back to the Future

Ya got me feeling Marty Mcfly,

but life is over in a blink...

Go...don't think twice!

On the some Pink!

You can tell me

Victoria's Secrets, right?

"Please, do your thing!

Honey!

Believe in you, always!"

And love me throughout all the hard days...

upon you I shall be calling...

...

May countless Feathers Lift You,

always!

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About the Creator

El Poet

Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!

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