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Toyer RMC Fahie C
Eloquent Pearlfection
Tiffany Mariie
Linette Rabsatt
Nelly Vee
SpotLight Feature: KlassyPoet
SpotLight Feature: Lisa “Lipps” Davis
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I remember when your kisses tasted
Like wine
Soft and sweet
Leaving the taste of berries on my lips
Those were the days when you loved me
Tenderly
I remember when your kisses tasted
Like whiskey
Warm and toasty
Relaxing my body wanting more of you
Those were the days when your love was
Comforting
I remember when your kisses tasted
Like vodka
Hints of spice
Those were the days when you loved me
Heated
Now I long for our lips to collide
While your tongue ballets
On mine
Provoking nostalgia
Drizzled with euphoria
And intoxicating desires
You are my therapy
Let me taste you
Kiss me over and over again
I want to be drunk on your love
TOYER RMC FAHIE©
I remember when your kisses tasted
Like wine
Soft and sweet
Leaving the taste of berries on my lips
Those were the days when you loved me
Tenderly
I remember when your kisses tasted
Like whiskey
Warm and toasty
Relaxing my body wanting more of you
Those were the days when your love was
Comforting
I remember when your kisses tasted
Like vodka
Hints of spice
Those were the days when you loved me
Heated
Now I long for our lips to collide
While your tongue ballets
On mine
Provoking nostalgia
Drizzled with euphoria
And intoxicating desires
You are my therapy
Let me taste you
Kiss me over and over again
I want to be drunk on your love
TOYER RMC FAHIE©
Haiku
Eyes like twinkling stars
Lines of love float off your lips
Kisses you gave poisoned
TOYER RMC FAHIE©
Find Me, Found
When I find the love, that finds me. I’m sure.. I’ll be o.k.
When the love that finds me, is found. I promise. Listen, shhh, all will be well.
The love that I crave, the love that is floating.. the love that is here.. and there, and not-
The love that is in Every Single Last Tear Drop. ..
When I find the love, that finds me.. is discovered, stumbled upon.. (*trips)
Noted ✔.. LEARNED ��
When the love that finds me, is earned. ����
I’ll stand at the top of roof tops, walk thru the streams.. climb across mountain tops. Shake with excitement.
Tuh, (*waves hand)
I’ll sing. ��
When the love that finds me..?!!! FINDS Me?!
I’ll be whole. Raw. Healed.
Woke. (Or whatever they say, these days) Alive.
I’m pretty sure, I’ll thrive. ♀
B/c the love I find…
The love that finds me? Found? Yeah.. .. .. tuh.
I’ll be gone. Because then I know… I can finally come home. ~C
One Day
One day, I’ll feel completely whole, again.
One day…
I won’t beg for love.
One day, I’ll wake up. And the world will be completely mine, for the taking
One day I won’t feel like every minute, of every day.. I’m breaking. Broken. .. and then some.
I won’t need or want a crutch to lift me higher. Higher. Than the sun.
One day… all will be Still.
No more chaos to calm, No more whispers.
“Oh, look.”
“Look, what she’s done.”
One day… the love that finds me? Found?! Will win. It’s the love I try to give myself, over, and over, and over.. again. Till, then.
One day, wishes upon wishes prayers amongst prayers. Looking, without seeing, & hearing only to reply. Die.
One day. I will. Please.. fight.
You’ll never know, until one day… you do. One day. ~C
My first valentine
My first valentine Was the first man to ever hold me, Love me, and tell me I was beautiful
The person who taught me how to drive How to be theatrical and bring stories alive
The reason I love game shows Like Press Your Luck and Price is Right
Supported me at the high school games As I cheered happily on the sidelines
Drove 2 hours to have my back
When my first apartment was horrible
Even in my adult years He still shows up for me
And on days when I was the last person on people's mind You always kept me in mind
When the teddy bears grew old
The candy was all gone And cards have wrinkled You were still there
My first valentine has always loved me I'm truly blessed to have a father like you
Copyright 2026 Eloquent Pearlfection
And then came you
You bring out a different side of me
One I didn't know I needed to see
Helped me see I wasn't truly free previously I appreciate you
Your patience your smile
It's different In a good way
Refreshing
Like cold water on a hot day
You made a way For me to see the brighter side of life
The better side of life
The happier side of life
By believing in me
And helping me chase my dreams
I love the way we communicate
When it comes to my needs
You never hesitate
As long as you have my back I'll have yours too
You make positive reinforcement
So easy to do
My heart now feels brand new I thought I was living
I no longer thought I needed anyone I had let go of the fairytale dream and then
Came you
Copyright 2026 Eloquent Pearlfection
Loved Right By
Tiffany Mariie
I don’t fall in love easy.
I fall like a grown man who’s been bruised before hands up, heart guarded, pride stitched back together with ego and liquor.
But you? You walked in and fucked up my balance.
Didn’t touch me at first. Just looked at me like you already knew what kind of damage I was hiding behind confidence and good cologne.
You don’t ask for my soft side. You pull it out of me. Like you know I get tired of being solid for everybody else.
I’m used to women wanting my strength. You want my truth. And that scares me more than love ever did.
Your body ain’t just something I want it’s something I respect. Curves talking back to me, hips preaching sermons about patience, mouth full of promises you don’t even have to say out loud.
I touch you like I’m aware this ain’t just skin this is history, this is healing, this is a woman who’s been mishandled and still chose softness.
And yeah… I think about you when I shouldn’t. At red lights. In meetings.
While I’m pretending to listen to niggas talk about money when all I really want is your legs locking me in like punctuation. But hear me I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to learn you.
Figure out which kiss calms your anxiety and which one makes you forget your own name. Loving you makes me want to do better on purpose.
Not because you asked but because disappointing you would feel like self-sabotage. You make me check my tone. Check my ego.
Check the way I leave the house knowing another man might notice what I already know is rare. I don’t promise perfection. I promise presence. Consistency.
A man who shows up even when his past tries to talk him out of it. You feel like peace with a little bit of danger. Like home with the lights still on.
And if loving you means I gotta put my pride down sometimes cool.
I been carrying that shit too long anyway.
Reversed Love By
Tiffany Mariie
I don’t love you loud, I love you deep the kind of love that sits still and listens to your heartbeat like it’s telling secrets only I deserve to hear.
I love you in pauses. In the way your silence doesn’t scare me. In the way your presence feels like a chair pulled out for my tired soul.
You don’t rescue me you recognize me. See me without the armor, without the lipstick confidence, without the practiced smile I hand the world.
And still… you stay.
Your hands don’t rush me. They learn me.
Like I’m a language you want to speak fluently, not just something you memorize for a moment.
Loving you feels like exhaling after holding my breath for years. Like finally believing I don’t have to perform to be chosen.
You kiss me like you know I’ve survived things I don’t talk about. Like your mouth understands what my voice won’t confess.
And if love is a risk then loving you is me betting on peace, on safety, on a future that doesn’t ask me to shrink. I don’t need forever promises.
Just this your honesty, your patience, your heart meeting mine without a fight. Because loving you feels like home and I’ve been tired of traveling.
Lost in Your Love
let me be lost in your love may I find my heart’s desires in your arms it’s really a great feeling to find love so many people struggle through the day with no one to reach out to to tell them it will be okay with a loving voice that soothes the hardships of the day
let me be lost in your love may I find my heart’s desires in your arms
I can only wish that more people can understand this loving feeling knowing that you have someone to rely on to hold your hand and wipe you tears letting you know that you can surpass anything that you fear
let me be lost in your love may I find my heart’s desires in your arms
having someone to smile with and cry with who kisses your forehead and rubs your painful joints is the best feeling ever there are no words to really capture how this type of love brings your life structure
let me be lost in your love may I find my heart’s desires in your arms
let me be lost in your love may I find my heart’s desires in your arms
© Linette Rabsatt 12-17-2025
“Sweet Lady”
I love when he calls me, “Sweet Lady”
Because he knew I wanted To have his baby
From the day I saw him
I knew he was the one
That slick smile
And quiet kinda vibe
Had me interested
And ready to investigate
As I approached further I got lost in his brown eyes
So lost I couldn’t
Maintain the conversation
Somehow, I was just attracted To the heat he was radiating
And with my heartbeat elevating
As the heart kept palpitating
This love feeling so invigorating
My nerves pulsating
And while I’m reminiscing I smile because He did have me at “Hello”
© Linette Rabsatt
Previously published in Micromance Magazine on February 6, 2025
DARK VENOM
(Based on true events)
Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison. Who would have known it would come to this? That his life would be destroyed Now he sat inside a mental prison.
Am I crazy? Am I a magnet that attracts the insane? Or, deep down, was this what he truly admired longed for the strength of a dominatrix. Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison. Mind to mind, they never aligned.
Communication and trust were gone from day one. They were Mars and Venus a contrast between Sun and Moon. But what she did with her lips, those jaws of life between her hips… extraordinary. He had to admit.
Hooked.
The way she rode his rollercoaster. Afro Medusa he looked at her, his body turning rigid, stiff. He became stone.
Mounting her ride slowly, hands gripping, chest tight with bloodlust
She hypnotized his soul reaver
Grinding him first in slow circles, then up and down. She used his magical whisk to churn him into butter
But he melted
Where in the world did I ever find this chick? Stop!
Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison.
When they first met, the signs the red flags—were impossible to miss. A materialistic diva, his very first, came with no instructions. He should have bought rechargeable batteries. Maybe a plug-in adapter. She burned through electricity far too fast. Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison. He walked in on her that snowy night. Looked for her upstairs. She was taking too long. The air reeked of ammonia and bleach. Is she cleaning?
No
She was pouring bleach over her ex’s clothes, shoes everything drowning them in the bathtub
Furniture stabbed Dishes shattered
At the same time, he was supposedly rescuing her—the victim from the ex the aggressor. They had to leave before he returned. What the hell are you doing? “Revenge!” she screamed, bloodthirst blazing in her eyes. Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison.
Yes, he was that Knight in Shining Armor, the man who would walk a mile just for a smile
His weakness rescuing damsels in distress
A “Captain Save-a- ”
Hope you know what you’re doing, his friends joked Heat Lightning Sweet Poison
His identity burned.
You’d think he would have learned. He couldn’t walk away without consequences. Collateral damage followed him everywhere.
She didn’t care who was destroyed in her wake.
If she found out he was sleeping inside, she’d detonate the house plus the neighboring buildings just to be sure.
She was that kind of woman.
She needed the last word after taking every penny he had. Was this her plan all along?
A black widow
She seduces, drains, exhausts
The secret kryptonite striking a man at his most vulnerable Does she eat him slowly?
Heat Lightning Sweet Poison Ironically, he escaped her twice before without knowing it
They moved on to other lovers.
But no one compared.
With others, they found communication and trust yet intimacy was still missing. They couldn’t resist.
They returned to the forbidden tree of carnality, cheating, deceiving their new suitors. Disaster.
They promised it was just a fling. But weeks spiraled into chains.
The same cycle until he finally woke
“Sir, do you know where you are?”
He couldn’t move
Couldn’t speak
Paralyzed from the neck down Hospital lights
“Blink twice for yes. Once for no.”
He blinked.
He couldn’t remember his name. Everything wiped clean except Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison.
“We rescued you from a tropical storm You were found naked outside What were you thinking?”
He closed his eyes, still listening Doctors couldn’t explain the overheating, the paralysis, the lack of recovery
He knew why He smirked whatever a smirk looked like on a frozen face. Heat. Lightning. Sweet. Poison.
He was a bee, unable to resist the heat of that flower between her legs. Drawn in, trapped, tasting her nectar one final time. Each drop electrified his brain his lightning rod jammed into her socket. Sweet nectar. Venom in her veins. You could have survived, little bee but you trusted the stinger. And when a bee uses its lance, death follows She knew this She was the mother of the hive The Queen Bee She was Dark Venom ©
Writing From the Pulse Within Interview with KlassyPoét
Some poets learn rhythm. Others discover it already living inside them. For KlassyPoét, poetry did not begin on a stage or in a workshop. It began in a quiet school library at eight years old. A children’s poetry book, simple rhymes, and a familiar line, “Roses are red, violets are blue…” sparked something lasting. As a self described loner growing up, she found companionship not in conversation but in observation. She watched the world closely, flowers, sky, birds, love, and translated what she saw onto paper Words became her closest friend long before they became her audience’s comfort.
Over time, that childhood curiosity transformed into intention. Her writing evolved from simple imagery into emotional expression, poetry not just as description but as transmission.For her, the pen is not a tool. It is a conduit.
She does not aim to write believable poetry. She writes lived poetry. Love remains the center of her orbit, love imagined, love hoped for, love longed for Even in seasons where romance has not arrived the way she envisioned, the fascination never fades Instead, it deepens the ink
“I’ll never stop writing about love because I love love.”
But KlassyPoét’s work is not limited to romance. When approaching painful subjects such as grief, loss, and trauma, she writes through embodiment. She imagines herself inside the experience, sometimes even inside the spirit of the person gone. It is an intimate and unconventional method, but one she describes as momentarily becoming a vessel so the unspoken can speak Poetry, for her, is not performance first. It is therapy first.
Before writing difficult pieces, she prepares emotionally through meditation, quiet spaces, instrumental music, and jazz, grounding herself so vulnerability does not become imbalance. She treats emotional honesty like electricity, powerful, necessary, and something you must learn to handle safely.
That philosophy is captured in one of her most personal works, “Power In My Pen,” where she describes writing as kinetic energy, the mind feeding the hand and the hand releasing the soul. The poem frames poetry not as hobby but identity, breath, pulse, affirmation of existence. Healing sits at the core of everything she creates.
“Poetry gives me breath. Poetry is my why.”
Writing about trauma, she says, is both freedom and exposure, liberating because it releases, challenging because it invites questions about what is real. Yet she continues, because if her work does anything, she hopes it reminds readers they are not alone and that healing can be found through any form of art.
Beyond the page, her impact reaches daily life. For nearly 26 years she has worked as a school bus driver in Bedford City School District, where she has used her poetry to guide students In one moment, she even shared a poem about the weight of the N word with students and parents to offer perspective and spark conversation, using art as education rather than discipline.
Her advocacy is simple. Bring writing back to people, especially young people. Pick up a pen. Start somewhere.
She continues building toward larger dreams, an erotica focused poetry collection, a memoir honoring her late father’s battle with cancer, another about her grandmother, and a future poetry album with musician Clarence Ferguson Ultimately, she hopes to create a poetry house in her hometown of Cleveland, a place where expression has a physical home.
Despite awards, anthologies, and publishing her first collection The Window to My Soul, her proudest moments remain rooted in connection, inspiring someone else to write again or hearing that her words helped someone feel understood.
Because to KlassyPoét, poetry is not meant to impress. It is meant to reach. And she plans to keep reaching, more books, more conversations, more stages, wherever a voice needs echo
MY HEART IS YOUR LOVE LETTER
Today I let you know
Letter by letter
Word for word
Sentence by sentence
Exactly how I feel For you
I wanna tell you how deep my Love is For you….in Poetry
This took so many years
To happen but….., For the first time I feel something really, real
It began at midnight
In my dreams you entered, the most handsome vision
You became my muse and there was nothing to lose
So, I inked my thoughts in soft light
On paper as I heard the whispers of my mind
They wanted to fill the paper with adjectives, metaphors and similes
That described the butterflies and the pitter-patter I feel whenever I am near you
My Heart Is Your Love Letter
Endless confessions of my Soul
Each word spilling like rose petals
Gentle confessions setting the scene
Of My Love Letter Dream
All I want to see is your smile
Illuminating my way
Revealing every secret desire
That true Love caresses
As I am writing my heartbeat is a continuous rhythm
Beating to the cadence of hearing your name
A sweet melody echoing in silence
With every stroke of your gaze
I am in a lovers maze as you dance through The corridors of my mind
The ink of my blue calligraphies anew
Creating such beautiful memories
Displayed in Poetry as our Love story
When I met you, who knew that you would be an unexpected bloom of Love
My Red Rose, My Forever
My Sun’s golden light stretching to infinity
This is such a wonderful reality
So here, My Love….
I have already started the story
We are making history
An endless chapter, The Happily Ever After My Heart Is Your Love Letter
Written in the language of forever��
©KlassyPoét
SoultryPhoenix
January 2026
All Rights Reserved
��Just Right��
I see the best of me in you
Clearly I am who I am because of you
I love the way you love me
Fully, unconditionally
When you tell me
I never thought I could love
anyone the way I love you
My heart becomes chocolate
I melt, never before emotions like these have I ever felt
The love you give
Makes me never want to live
A single day without
Being in love with you
Never do I want to waste a second being angry
When it’s so easy to say, “I’m Sorry”
I hunger for your love
I am the three course meal in your life and you are my desert
We have something no one else has....Each other
Each new day we discover
More to love
Nothing is hidden
Nothing is done under cover
You are my best friend
My forever lover
My reason there will never ń be another
Just being with you is sheer delight
I knew you were my King
From first sight
You are not just my perfect fit
But my......Just Right.
©KlassyPoét
January 2026
All Rights Reserved
GLAZE ME
GLAZE ME IN YOUR SWEET HONEY DRIPS
LET YOUR STICKY HICKEY ME IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES LET YOUR GOLDEN DRIPS GLAZE MY LIPS THEN KISS ME LIKE A HONEY BEE STING ME WITH JOY BOY
GLAZE ME WHERE WARMTH LINGERS ON MY SKIN MAKING EACH DROP A PROMISE OF INDULGENCE ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DECADENCE I WANT YOU TO WATCH THE GLISTENING THE BECKONING OF MY BODY BECAUSE…. I AM WEAKENING THIS CAN BE A SECRET THAT YOU AND I SHARE NOW KISS ME, KISS ME RIGHT THERE
WE ARE IN THE SOFT GLOW OF DIMMED AMBIANCE THE AIR LACED WITH DESIRE
I’M FEELING THE FIRE MY SENSES DANCE ALIVE AS YOUR FINGERS STROKE PAINTING PATTERNS OF RICH MOLTEN GOLD WE ARE CREATING ECSTASY A SINFUL STORY TO BE TOLD
GLAZE ME MAKE IT WHERE KRISPY KREME GOT NOTHING ON ME
I WANNA SHINE
I WANNA CLING
I WANNA FEEL EVERYTHING I WANNA BECOME A STICKY SITUATION WITH EVERY SALACIOUS TOUCH
I WANNA SAVOR THE MELODY OF OUR SOUND EACH SUBTLE SIGH
I WANNA BE HIGH INTOXICATED AND INEBRIATED ON YOUR CLOVER DIPPED IN A SYRUPY LONGING FEELING THE SWEETNESS OF BELONGING OUR SOULS ENTANGLED DRIPPING, FLOWING, FOREVER ENTWINED YOU ARE MY LOVE LINE
LET YOUR MOUTH TASTE THE SUN THE NECTAR OF MY SKIN AS I LOSE MYSELF IN YOUR DEPTHS WHERE EVERY HEARTBEAT RESONATES WHEN YOUR ANATOMY INFLATES TOGETHER WE ARE A SYMPHONY OF LUSH CLIMAXES GLAZE ME IN YOUR HONEY DRIPS
LET THE SUGARINESS SPILL OVER ALL OUR EXTREMITIES UNTIL WE ARE NOTHING BUT A POOL OF WARMTH UNRESTRAINED, EUPHORIC, FREE DROWNING IN THE ESSENCE OF YOU AND ME A SUGARY EMBRACE CREATING A VIVID SMILE ON MY FACE GLAZE ME
DRIP, DRIP ALL OVER ME IN ABSOLUTE ECSTASY FILL EVERY SPACE, THIS IS MY HAPPY PLACE��
©KlassyPoét SoultryPhoenix
January 2026
All Rights Reserved
Punani Power
Do you have any idea the Powers of My Punani
Pon tu lengua
Profundamente y prueba, Papi, avisame soy Dulce?
Mmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm,delicious just like mixed berries
Ripe and ready to rock steady
Yours for the picking
Which fingers shall do the tickling
Or is it….your tongue that will immediately start licking
I am not just a gateway to erotica but a private Ocean inches deep
I am a paradise where life’s currents softly leap
My Secret Garden is nurtured by the Sun Where strength and tenderness are one
My Punani Power holds the echoes of a thousand moans and sweet tantalizing sighs
It holds the whispers of creation within its guise
Its entry is a map of journey’s….PENETRATE…. at your own pace
Once inside you will feel as if you have fallen Into grace
My Punani Power stays prepared
For a Love Jones that rides like a Stallion backbone that fills me with the promise of carnal ecstasy
Just one taste, just one glide on the inside
You will belong to me
You will crave me like ice cream on a hot Summers day
You will become addicted to the treasure of this Pink Pleasure….begging for more…. Succumbing to its power…. Under my spell like potion number 9….
YOU WILL BE ALL MINE
Just like this self written Masterpiece had you from the
Very first line
Because My Punani Power is undeniable, indescribable, so unmatched that you get attached as you can see there is magic in this Klassy Punani Cum….Cum…. Sample Me
Be Bold, Strong and Black just like I like my Coffee cause I Am a cup of Maxwell House…… Good to the last drop�� ©KlassyPoét SoultryPhoenix January 2026 All Rights Reserved
Speaking What Others Cannot Say
Interview with Lisa
Lipps
Some poets write to be heard. Others write because silence was never safe. For this poet, the relationship with writing began before memory can even place it. Words were always present, but poetry itself revealed its depth in second grade when a teacher introduced the class to the work of Robert Louis Stevenson. Verse suddenly became more than rhyme. It became a way to layer meaning beneath language, to say two things at once, and sometimes to say the unsayable
From there, writing never stayed still Life shaped it Experience sharpened it. Vulnerability deepened it. The more honestly she lived, the more honestly she wrote. Her work is often described as provocative, but at its heart it is observational. Coming from a news background, she finds herself drawn to the untold side of events, the emotional truths that headlines cannot carry. One of her most powerful pieces, I Just Wanna Go Home, steps into the perspective of a fourth grade child during the Uvalde school shooting. Rather than reporting tragedy, she humanizes it, restoring innocence to a story often reduced to statistics
To write pain authentically, she returns to a child’s mindset Limited understanding. Absolute trust in adults. The belief that everything will be okay. That fragile innocence becomes the emotional anchor of her trauma writing. Most of her poems begin personally, either emotional confession or imagined possibility. When emotions rise, especially anger or hurt, writing can arrive suddenly and completely. Entire pieces form in minutes, almost explosive in release. Metaphor becomes both expression and protection, revealing truth while softening exposure.
One poem that captures her inner conflict is Purple, written during a period of emotional collapse after destructive relationships A color once associated with royalty transformed into a symbol of sadness, rage, and self perception. Through the poem she searches for new colors, yellow and green, signs of growth and renewal, signaling a desire to move beyond survival toward healing.
Poetry has always been her refuge. As a child who felt unseen, she wrote everything down but hid the pages, folding them into small paper footballs and throwing them into the crawlspace above the kitchen where no one would find them Even then she understood writing could free her but also expose her Putting words on paper lifted the weight she carried Releasing them allowed her to move forward.
Today, emotional care still happens through the writing itself. She cries while creating, then reads the piece aloud to herself and trusted friends until peace replaces intensity By the time she performs it publicly, the storm has already passed Her goal for readers is simple but powerful: permission. Permission to speak truth. Permission to feel openly. Permission to exist without being confined by expectation. Beyond personal healing, she sees poetry as illumination. It exposes what society avoids and gives voice to those often unheard. Beautiful language becomes a doorway into difficult conversations. If people can sit with the poem, they can sit with the truth.
Community shaped her journey as much as writing did. Through The Epiphany Network and the HoneyDripper Poetry Collective, she found support during a major health crisis when she was close to giving up Encouragement from fellow poets became reason to fight forward, turning poetry into both lifeline and family.
Now she is building outward. A spoken word album, Lipps Service, blends love poetry with original music, alongside merchandise and creative ventures supporting the release. Marriage in 2025 opened another chapter of inspiration, offering stability that allows her voice to grow rather than merely survive. Her mission moving forward is clear. Speak honestly. Create boldly Say the things that are uncomfortable but necessary
Because truth, even when difficult, is still a form of care
I
Am NOT Every Woman
by Lisa "Lipps" Davis
Come
Join into the universe of u and me
See me wholy as I stand Broken, Designed by trials, Yet created as a new thing,
Tragedies tried to destroy me...
Only to forge new steel... Made me find lessons in chaos... So that I can stand free in the knowledge they imparted Ready to welcome love's glory completely.
All I ask is that u see me...
I am not every woman... Not ur next heartache
But the healer
Created to prove that Kintsugi is not just the art of mending broken vessels, But truth
Crafting new creations from discarded shards with 24 karat gold wisdom... Making unique designs that were always meant to be.
Trust these gifted hands...
I am the new beginning... The foundation from whence a true Kingdom rises... Crystal clear and unshaken by past demons
For as long as u honor my value.
Trust this process.
Ur 1st sight is pure Don't sacrifice this blessing
On the altar of past fears
lgmghe1-8-2023@9:14am
Or Would I Lose Her... Forever?
by Lisa "Lipps" Davis
(Written from a male perspective)
She doesn't know She's never quite understood just how much she means to my life
See, I wasn't this man before her ... I was abused and broken before...
Treated like trash ...
And I did harmful things... Things I'm ashamed to admit...
But then she came along...
And she saw me as a good man...
Someone she could put her trust in...
But I fear sometimes that I've become too little for her. I fought so hard to be the good family man she needs that the animal in me has become too domesticated
And I see her loss of interest in us
But if I give her that side of myself, Will it frighten her? Will she question if she made a mistake...
And I can't lose her...
Cuz she's every good thing in my life ... I just don't know how to still be the good husband, father, provider I've come to be ...
The man she depends on me to be .. And yet be the beast I battle daily to keep her...
I wonder what she'd do if she knew....
If I took her like I had done so many others before her
Would her desires for me rekindle?
Or would I lose her Forever?
©lgmghe5-14-2022@4:34pm
