In faint memoirs of transgression’s bliss I let ink dictate our story
Fated as a pair to become cohesively and intensely intertwined
We are keepers of the Dream that echoes our sounds in night’s glory:
In these ample ebony thighs of lusty passionate splendour;
Where a codex is transcribed in genuine tongues of candour
Here: my once caressed soul boards an imminent train of despair.
Though your name liberates my shattered heart ; fury
Consumes my attention at the prospect of it soon becoming a luxury

My blood boils to a crimson mauve for the future absence of You
Hairs coiling into complex helices as questions pop the mental mic
To reveal nostalgic moments captured in the portrait of my unique Yin
I wait for a realization from sister earth’s tunes that hush my wails
Where my navel pools Ocean’s tears, before sunset urges Titanic to sail

Oh me Oh my what a zealous conception which here sprung, rooted in-
Fibres of diverse colours gathered in faces unknown to Our eyes.
But for now I am cushioned internally by the hue of a love cloud
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My Nubian soul shaker, my pebble of rarity and master of a hidden chamber
Whispering sweet lyrical tenderness to stroke the sensations of a yearning skin
Those kisses of days gone by, remain as moments captured in Heaven’s lily
Blossoming fruitful love, perpetually imprinted in our demeanour

So in the hustle and bustle of city life where age-old tales are told I find You
Even in the flicker of street lights I am comforted by your sturdy embrace
Of a vigorous need to enter each others’ worlds through forbidden pathways
Journeying until we meet to find a bridging gate of commonality;
There a copious waterfall waits to cleanse the ‘secret’ garden I give to you

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So here i end my collected memoirs;
Here I shut my eyes as tears slither down my baby cheeks
You are my sapphire jewel perpetually inside, around and beside me
Longing for a time and place where you define the tune of
Our unique old-school song...