My love is vast as the ocean is deep,
But your arms don’t seem strong enough to sail my waves.
This lovin is as sweet and quenching as big momma’s good Sunday tea on a thick summer eve’nin
But you don’t have a taste for the gifts of love.
I could rock your world with the flick of my wrist
But the quakes & shivers would destroy your foundation.
I’ve been waiting for you to sip from the chalice
of my love.
But your mind is trained on thots
and I’m vast,
a child of the blaqueer mystique
an heir of the Cosmos.
So I watch and wait,
til time stops speaking and