I loved on my bare face today. Bare. With slightly tainted lips. Dipped in ruby and all her woo redness. Nothing else. Made me feel like the most bomb ass being you’ll ever see. I sat there. At lunch.. reading my book.. knowing someone else was reading on me. But it’s cool. It felt good.… Continue reading “Self-love is Revolutionary” Malanda.
**Soo good you want a piece. Piece of this, pieces of more. “I just want to take a bite. Just a little Bite and then I’m all yours. “ Promises you made to her. You said it wouldn’t last. That you wasn’t addicted No.. You weren’t attached. You didn’t crave the feel of her hands.… Continue reading Lust. Hang in there, it’s mostly seasonal.
Who told you, you could come into my life and switch it up? Empty promises of forever afters.. They say, look forward to the fairy-tale wedding and loves expression . But look at us now.. I’m broken.. You are lost. Lost! You let everyone else get the better of us! They took a chunk of… Continue reading ‘I Do’. ‘I Do Not’.
Bring acceptance to yourself.
It is always a beautiful thing to practice self acceptance. It helps us understand ourselves as wel as each other.
By appreciating what is at your disposal and what you have laid out for yourself, in addition to being grateful for your presence and growth.
We learn to creat more abundance. In every sense of the word. (However it may relate to you.) 💫💫
I have a vision of a fairy-tale.. Not prince charming on a white horse, But Earthy Black Magic.. He comes to me in abundance, shapes of different figures that change my perception of man.. Bits and pieces of love. “It’s like a mixtape or a piece of effortless artwork. Sometimes you give the universe sections… Continue reading Earthy Black Magic.. (between poetry and a conversation)
I woke up feeling Soft today, Soft- ‘easy to mold, cut, compress, or fold; not hard or firm to the touch.’ I’m not entirely sure the definition applies to what I feel.. I woke up with a sense of longing, A clarity of emptiness.. I want to be able to absorb what I feel, what… Continue reading Soft.
I know Nothing about puppy love. I really don’t. You were my first love, Yes I was 15 and Yes you were 17 But it was soo real. You couldn’t tell us nothing! We created this bubble, Just you and I Living in it, unashamed and flawless.. You were my love at first sight, I… Continue reading 90’s Rnb.