Queen's Korner

The moment you realize I'm turned on by you... I embrace the idea of you and me engaging in a sexual way You start with mind simulation and then soul play You speak to my mind and then my soul Because you know that's the only way to go Especially when dealing with a goddess whose mature I give you sensual feminine energy in exchange for your divine masculine I purse my lips and lick them softly biting them with slow passion Eventually my tongue hangs low caressing my lips and inviting you for a taste My eyes send you a look of desire You can feel me there's no denying If you touch me my body's guaranteed to get all tingly and warm inside So I try to keep you at bay, but we both know that'll only last so long The strength of our desires pulls us closer.. You caress my shoulders from behind and kiss the nape of my neck I can feel the moisture rise between my thighs Yet I know for now it's greater to refrain from releasing Than to squirt out ...

The Morning After I could not believe the night I had. As I sat on my suite balcony and watched the sunrise, Kwesi and Claude laid in my bed still knocked out sleep. When I tell you that was a night to remember, believe me, it was. There was a repetitive soft knock at the door. I gathered myself as I dragged my body to the door.  I spoke reluctantly, "Who is it?" A strong sensual feminine voice responded. "Hi, my name is Layla. I'm your suite neighbor. I was wondering if your hot water is working?" Before I answered, I opened the door a little to get a peek at my neighbor. It was the same thick woman from the bar last night; dressed in a beautiful two-toned bathing suit and slides. I greeted her with a smile. "Hi, hun! I'm Miko, pleasure to meet you. I don't know if the water is hot or not. I haven't had a chance to check, but you can come in, and I'll see if it will get hot now." I opened the door to let her in. She made her way...

Hello Jamaica I still can't believe Horus and me. Well, we didn't have sex but came close to it. Oh, how I longed to lay my yoni at his altar and be subdued by the mandingo slayer. Horus is a procrastinating charmer, not me. It's crazy because the way he touches me makes me melt. There's so much warmth behind his touch and the energy that goes with it.  I reflected as I sat on the plane, preparing for my exit — another safe landing. Jamaica, here I am. There's no telling what's in store for me here but, I'm determined to make a greater connection than in Aruba. "Welcome to Jamaica, Wah Gwaan?"  The greetings of my driver wooed me into an irie state. I began to feel at home instantly. The scenery was more than I imagined even the ride to my resort estate in Montego Bay was nostalgic. Have you ever experienced a moment where everything is familiar and strange all in the same? All I could do was embrace the eery. When I got to my villa, I was over...

There is a love that is tried and true This love comes when one learns to Love Self When one is patient with the journey of healing When one is capable of exploring and becoming selfless I began my journey into love over a decade ago Life trials taught me emotional detachment early on Then the Love of my life entered in I had no clue of what true blue love was until HE came The joys of our love, the ins and outs, the ups and downs The pains, the sorrow all manifested growth and healing Learning oneself, loving oneself that we could learn to truly love each other Of course only a god can love a goddess and vice versa Yet there are many perpetrators that come like they mean well I would never regret my journey thus far For the discovery of this rare love has allowed me to ascend To greater heights of spirituality and loyalty When I love, I love hard and with all my heart Many may think this kind of love comes often But it is rare and genuine... It embraces you ev...

Nostalgic vibes in the air remind me of my olden days of blissful freedom. The scent of cedar wood and lavender linger in the foyer. The daylight peeks through the curtains as I hear the loud noise of kids playing outside. I walked to the couch and lay reluctantly. Another day to be grateful for and yet my heart longs for the love it once received.  I can no longer deny the pain I feel inside. I think I better just lay here and take it easy. Heartbreak is never easy, and getting over a love gone sour is even worse. I can't even say I used to love her because I still do. It all began three years ago when I decided to be free and open my heart to an unprecedented love. I had just finished a tour in Paris and was headed back to the states.  My crew booked me a first class trip back, but my seating arrangement wasn't near any of them. I didn't mind because it was first class! I boarded the plane and waited for my departure. I could've never predicted what was about to t...

As we checked in to the Resort, I noticed a familiar scent. It was patchouli and black woman oil. Where had I smelled this fragrance? I couldn’t put my finger on it. As Lionel and I approached the elevator, the scent got stronger, and then I saw her. Beautiful and bodacious, with every loc of hair intact. Her smile was invigorating. It was the woman from my dream, Celeste. My heart began to race uncontrollably, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I gripped my luggage handle tightly as she stood next to me and spoke. “Fifth floor, please.” Lionel turned to her and smiled. “Sure thing, honey. You’re in luck today. We're all heading to the same floor.” She smiled at Lionel and thanked him for his kindness. As we arrived on our floor, Lionel held the door, and she and I exited. She looked me dead in my eyes and smiled then said, “Enjoy your stay.” ‘You too, hopefully, we'll see you around. What’s your room number?” I asked. 504, she replied. Lionel smiled and took n...

As I approached the bodega, my heart fluttered almost in expectancy of something spectacular, and then I saw her. She was beautiful! I felt myself slowing down to catch every glimpse of her being. There she stood, a full-figured bodacious ebony sistah. Her amber tresses of locks flowed freely past her shoulders. She walked with a confidence that only a queen could display. The scent of black woman oil and patchouli lingered from her essence. Her aura was as bright as her smile. All I could see was the prism of a rainbow. As I approached my destination, our eyes met, and she smiled. I felt the coolness of her vibe and the softness of her flair. How could I engage with this beautiful soul? I could not afford to let this opportunity go by, or could I? Before I could answer myself, I heard a soft, settled voice speak. "Hello, how are you?" Did she talk to me, or did my ears deceive me? There is no time for a cat and mouse game, so I immediately responded. "Hi, I'm g...