satiny feelings insane with their vision please mea beautiful man hard in his thoughtsjust on my peripherysublime, I dare not stare directlyhe is cold shiversmy supple is wetcreamy essence just with a looktrembling I try to steady myselfmolten ideas...

To be English  Is to be  An immigrant    To be an immigrant  Is to be Human   We are all Immigrants  Descendants  Of Africa     

mornin has found me vibratinat a frequency beyond fleshthe dream’s cliff still present in my cellsmy body pulsin with its beautythe euphoria moves like a livin thinggatherin power beneath my skinfloodin thru my chesttil I’m channelin somethin divinemy fingertips...

Touching the dark I move closer to you,wicked indulgence, my crave for you,a lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul where you look deeply,and realize the demoness I am,provoking...