Perfection

“Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples” - Song of Solomon 7:7-8 

Two moulds of 

perfectly round

perfectly shaped 

mocha chocolate breasts.

Anxiously awaiting their sprout

from perfectly rounded

to perfectly cream filled.

Full on the love

that takes one plus one

and makes three.

Perfection

in your eyes

is her filled to overflowing

with the abundance of your child.

Body transformed from

one plus one perfect

to a perfection that can

only be seen through the eyes

of the one who’s seed

has taken root within her.

Breasts laden.

Stomach enlarged.

What another may see as

defect in the making

You see as ultimate

and pure perfection.

For she is yours.

Your boulevard to

completion.

For her one 

plus your one

equals heart’s three.

Nekisha CD Lewis 30.1.2012

I Ache For You

Desire grips my body with a fierceness

that demands the attention of my every being.

Convulsing in a series of

wants, needs, aches, yearning

for that thing called you.

Not your body, you

But you, YOU.

My eyes desire to stare into yours

and send unspoken messages straight into the depth of your soul.

My fingers desire to trail over your flesh

and let my feelings for you be felt

in the easiness and tenderness of my touch.

My lips desire to press softly onto yours

and whisper sweet words of everything into you.

My body desires to be clothed in want

for nothing but you.

My heart desires to be injected

with the very fiber of you.

Desiring to love you with a passion

that defies comprehension,

that seeks more than the physical,

that reacts to a simple touch from you

as if you spoke the words of 

Songs of Solomon chapter 8 verse 6,

"Place me like a seal over your heart,

like a seal on your arm;

for love is as strong as death."

I ache for you.

I ache for the chance to

make love not only to your body

but to your soul.

To fill you to overflowing

with every filament of my being

that you have no desire for anything

but me.

I want you drunk

on the very thought of me.

High

from just the scent of me.

I want to cripple your desires

to only that of me.

I want to fulfill in you

your desires as well as your dreams.

Build a future with you

that embodies the best of WE.

I desire to love you.

Not your body, you

But you, YOU.

NCDL 15.1.12