The sweet smell of perfume ,the scent of a Nubian Queen.
Allow me to undress thy Universe
As the contents of my mind take you to another level of love,
Just open your mind, as I take your hands, and feel the essences of a real black man. I the women in me will like to introduce you to the senescence of true love.
Allow me to seduce the man in you. May you please meet me under the waterfalls of love? Dont be afraid relax; gently stroke the back which I lay. Whisper your name in my ear, and the spirit will do the rest. I would like to introduce you to lonely; he must be replace with love. Would you mind if you sit upon the rock, let me give you the love, which is pure, and untarnished, as I sing the love songs, of the great doves.
I the servant of love, shall embrace you with all I have,
I lace the grounds of ordained love, I lay a rose upon your head, and a rose upon each hand, I then will place a rose upon your feet, be humble as I give you paradise upon the sanctuary of great love. As the tears flow of joy, I will embrace and prepare, all the damage that set forth pain, from the pain of the past to now.
If the paradise is to hard to breathe. I will be the breath lean on me. If the mist of the journey blinds you that you may not see, I will be the eye to take you to another level of love.
I the ebony fragrance, scented with ancestral wisdom, I the tears of giving, I the women of wanted love, I the women of wanted dreams, I the women awaits that king to lead, I the women, the wanting of passionate thoughts, I the women waiting for the drums to appear, the drums of universe, The water falls that flows within the temple of the warriors inner home. Peace that set forth wanted love.
My temple would like to introduce you to divine spirits, Have you ever walked through the heavens? Have you ever sat upon the mountains without ever leaving earth? Have you ever cried the joy, thanking the heavenly father for great love?
Have the sweat from your body cried for rejoice, Have you climbed mountains, not wanting to return, Have you turned corners hoping that you would get lost in your most intimate dreams, Feel the ancestral calls, Silk Satan that lye upon the lace, tears that meet as one, the drums that keep the same beat. Crying take me more.
The strength of a real black man, holding the wants of embrace. Touching the inner depths of the soul. Thank you for visiting my temple of love.