She was fly from the very night i took flight, A dream come true,

She was a melody, melanated gold marinated in wisdom.

Superbly Supreme,

The pretty Medusa had an upper-cut more precise Iron Mike,

A knock out. Something ancient from the soul of Kemet.

Visually the dopamine. She radiated colors never seen before. Was it her aura? Or a complex complexion outside the human spectrum?

I found her ideas as wild as mine and stretched those along with her thighs to the outer limits. She was everything. The horizontal and the vertical.

Soulfully holy I hold the shape of water as the definition that explained her purity. She was my hallucination turned manifestation.

Ideally Isis and Maat.

When she spoke the gospel it was sensual. Socio-Sexual in nature and an invitation for me to listen.

I felt the feeling of her potency, So I fed her the Black Maca, Pine Pollen and and Suma Ginseng for her to sing,

Never was I before this much me,

This real, This open, This broken up over something so broken down for me to innerstand,

She was the physician and I the patient. Until role play played a role in reverse and I supplied the pill to medicate the mess she was escaping.

I had boundaries. I had boundaries until I met her. Boundaries that forced me to ignore Charlottes web because I was caught up in her web design specifically made to stroke me crazy.

She connected me to a fantasy. Negligee and Bombay on the Bay feeding me a taste of that sweet Soufflé,

She was HERself, H.E.R.listic, HERmetic and HERmonious. She was my heart from the very start.

The unspoken truth. The Past, Present and the Now.

And I was like Wow…