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I Met A King....I met A King Last Nite and words Could never describe His stature I could feel his Power the moment His eyes fell Upon me And from first Glance I knew That I was His Queen His Black Peal His Afroditee His N'yunda Became his Everlastin' Rainbows And blue skies He stepped to me with his Dark skin and Undeniable confidence And spoke my name In his Swahili Tongue And took me without Hesitation I was not Afraid as he Inhaled and exhaled Me Underneath his Might Melting into the Surface of My darker Earth And in my Arms I held Him running my Fingers through his Adorned Locs And he cried Last Nite I Conquered A King. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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