PlaJames Knowledge allows me to fly and widsom add the height... - May 01 add/view comments (0)

Let me be your Africa... The Motherland; that Great Africa, the Most High created for His pleasure I believe He created me for yours. This Africa no one has raped the diamonds from the crest of me. An abundance of gold still surrounds the heart of me; my Nile is not polluted, but waiting for you to ride the current in the flow of me. My mountains offer themselves that you might stand tall, my valleys that you may harvest our contentment of life. Let me be your Africa this land that the pale... (continue reading)

Poetic Flow for my Black Man: Image of the Most High my back in aching to lean into your bosom Oh Son of Abraham. It is like an open wound without your towering presence of security behind me...and when you lean on to me, my strength is reborn to do all things that I am created to do. Put your arms around me and ignite the core that allows us to exist. I believe in you; even though our existence has been damage, remembering we are made in His Image allows us to recreate the legend and destroy... (continue reading)

You are music...the sounds that flows from your lips simply whispers sweet harmony to my ears... and if you would allow me I shall be like the sirens of ancient tales... yet the song I lure you with will only shipwreck you into the welcoming of me. Being shipwrecked in your warm wet cavern of Love then, will be where I shall reside listening to our song of ectasy!I and I drowning from wave after wave of intense pleasure will dance horizontally until we gasp and sigh as the heavens clap its... (continue reading)