Northern Star love Hypothetically 67 ( when your old but still have that teen love)

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Morning routine …True story … and maybe things to come in the future.

He “Miss me Queen” … Her “Always King”

He “how much (playfully)?” … her “constantly immovably”

He “like what?” her … “ like the northern star my position on this love never moves”

A slow kiss  palms slowly part to finger tips and linger, deep eye contact the kind that gets you aroused, finger finally part, she turns around (he) a playfully ass slap, she looks me up down (fake mad cause it not the first time that how we role). He “Go on with your self Queen and have miracle of day your already a blessing to me bless somebody else." We walk  away from each other, we both laugh with the childish occasional look over the shoulder eye contact knowing we both blessed.

Latter on that night …

Getting in the shower together we take time soap and wash each other part of our mental detox from the worries of the world as we enter our own, a promise is being kept to be intimate and to be each other’s study always. It comes at cost to me you get all the hot water I stand in the back and freeze lol it’s worth it . We step out the shower wiping drops of water off each other’s beautiful glisten brown skin naked in body naked in soul we have nothing hide other on the contrary nothing but appreciation over here Ma. We stand in front of the bathroom mirror my hands wrapped around your chest symbolic of our closeness and my defense of your heart; you’re my muse and the foundation of my soul … we are  “I and I” we are “just us” we are  “ a unscripted love book being written and getting better when get in bed  it be getting wetter lol”...

Night prayer “(she) lord thank you for this king (he) lord thank you for this Queen (together) Whatever my come we will always face it together the good the bad the unexpected and the time when we don’t know, and when the world get crazy as it does we are a team, except for you Mr Gods we don’t need no outsider … we are the army”

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Do my actions and affections speak …and tell you that I care and I love without the use of words.

Does that thing that i  do to you that make you  goo “oooohhh boy”…lol ..So you do the thing that you do make you higwithout the smell of the herb.

Real talk ma , When it comes the “US” you I will put in the work I only ask for one pay quench that I will always be your only selection.

Do and say whatever you want to I am all about your free, just as long as you respect me, I am I  you are you , when the outside world tries to creep, I will always take your side first we team we not worried about the fake reputations ..

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Yo be like 1... In-to- me see when scars talk

Listen Queen, In- to- me … intimacy is the one thing that I will never starve your heart body or soul of, like the days when you will come back from a long day at work and we can soak it up in a hot bubble bath, I tickle your feminine fat and nibble ear lobes, its sound like heaven when you start laugh we rub your shoulder take a away the stress thats imposed on us by the world , I follow the contours of your body to study the one they call my better half, to find the Y in the formula of love making when i am X, now I am about to do this math. Laying in  the bed we remove clothes we remove masks until the end time just be real with me B that’s all I will ever ask.

While we at it let me touch your scars Ma, the ones I can see and the ones only Mr Gods you and me will ever see. Let my words be healing balm, late nights on the sofa  netflix .. a few snacks  and your favorite resting place my chest and arms,  before you sleep I will a prayer for us and hum you a psalm. Your scars are the most beautiful part of you I wish you never had, but it  was those experiences that you won or lost that made you who you are and that person is rather adored by me  if if part of her are quirky with a hint of crazy. Your scars tell the story a brave warrior a survivor your scars whisper to me “ I with stood the storm, I got back up and rolled with the punches, I am know  who I am and  who I am not, I am not afraid to go to war especially with a true King by my side” . Then I will put you hand on my scars and say maybe you want to take a look inside.

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Dear Mr Gods... ( pen scratching paper...)

I think I met Nefertiti   Candace our Cleopatra, or this woman was one hell of actress with all the beauty elegance grace class and by 10 extreme queen factor, the real thing and not an actor.

 Does it really matter I fell so hard I didn’t hear my heart splatter,  but it didn’t hurt, because I understood this woman worth. I see the inner and outer Goddess not just what hidden by her skirt.

Dear B I come from a generation of men who don’t through we take what’s and somehow we make work .So if you let me love you I am try my best to let these words be healing balm for your hurt

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The tighter the noose... series

Strange fruit....

It used to the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.

Know it’s the darker the skin the tighter the noose.

So I have teach my young king how to be neck proof.

 And hand them a out bullet proof vest for telling the truth.

You were king she was queen from day you were born  you’re the tree we the roots

Born in hell a child of the heaven , we take this mother fucvk#$ of and burn the roof

I sip on gods blood it hit my soul like I am sipping proof ..

… king 

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My heart felt a little bit off it wasn’t working well I so I called the number she show fast my hearts mechanic.

We grew friendship and the love for each other like rock and fungus, yes I know it doesn’t sound sexy but its permanent and we were organic.

We went to war with our Broken selves, our inner most fears the world  and past and I am glad we defeated cynic.

Our happy home that we build well that’s our heart clinic, and when slow dance late at night the movement of natural mystics...

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(Talking to myself on my bed looking up at the ceiling)

Who is this woman who has me feeling so alive her presnce is like buzz of bees in hive and the honey sweet she melts in my mouth that some other kind of heat, or sexuality for centuries has being misunderstood so queen with right amount of hood; when African women move don’t walk they glide, we made of gold and honey inside, until the wheel fall let ride

She is a lioness and I am lion so this between us we started off as a pride, the unknown darkness of the future compared to her love she has it shines to bright.What part of her is beautiful her heart her face  her mind Mr Gods i waited along time but you got so right , i don't kiss tell but i am say this the cookies tight 

Your mama should of called you  “lyric” because you a rapper delight, they seem to have a problem with our brown skin they fear and want to be me to  adore you... but want to whore you .. so together we going to fight…  fuck politically correct and being polite , your my woman i am your man  they better get right i am your covering  your  my defense together we run offense and never loss  i never call you bti#$ nah i say married to a Boss  ... your the heaven to me   that northern star till our hair turns grey love ...love

Spoken word artist but you make wana stutter, hands over body you know why you call me butter , mentally sexually spiritually your all that , thought I on liked youu  because the ass is phat… never an object another beautiful human  and no body and this I can attest to nobody can make me feel that way can...

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