My Nubian Queen

A whirlwind of thoughts begin spiraling out of control...because she epitomizes the definition of my Nubian Queen...Her sultriness mixed with her intellectual remarks lights a spark which disseminates across the room like wild fire...My desire for her emanates from our candid conversations...From adolescence to our future agendas, she somehow wows me with her replies...My Nubian Queen is God's Gift...For she is the one whose enchanting voice echoes Love, Prosperity, and Peace...For she is the one who has my blood flowing, and has my face gushing with bliss...For she is the one who remotely defies the line of trust, and maintains the tightness of our circle...For she is...My Nubian Queen

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Applaud...no award...the man who never had an option...no medals, bikes to pedal, so he settled for adoption...no home, so he roam where ever his feet traveled...was a poet, very potent, so writing was where he dabbled...he would write until the pen dry...but when the pen died...tears streamed down the page...flooding all his words...life is dreary so he fear he might emerge...as a bird with a broken wing...with no nest to label home...so unrest consumes his day...he prays, he'll never stray any longer...but the longer he prays...praying comes to no avail...his tender dream becoming stale...youthful face becoming pale...love doesn't spark interest...no care for having infants...cuz who was there for him?...so why would he care from them?...because he wants to feel love...wants to instill love...wants to exude that love he was deprived from...only reason for believing where love was derived from...his love outgrew hate...his heart no longer spews hatred but love...this man is no longer giving grills as gifts, but hugs...