HINDSIGHT #70: My baby, my Queen
Queen, beautifully melanated complexion, smooth skin with blemishes blending with soulful bliss. Can’t resist her aura, her smile illuminating the day. My baby is like the moon with lunar love shining with no shade. She’s my Queen sent from the universe above where history is made. Heart is the warm essence of greatness. Her touch is like pure silk. Her milk oozes like an orgasmic eruption, which flows of joy cascading with no interruptions. Her octives serenade the air as their cream joins in an emotional stream filled with virtues on a mission to a seed in a valley tied like strings. Her moans and call of wild is yearning for more. Alphabetic swipes over the pearl of delight. Making that southern sang in the tunes of that love thang. Unified souls bang it out on a sea of intellectual sexual plain mixed in unison with melodic flames.
The Urban Psalmist