__________by Stacey Collins
I’m the Daddy of a little lost Babygyrl.
I waited patiently to find her,
only to lose her to the First.
20 years my junior,
damn near made me a criminal.
Spectator of not only her physical embodiment,
but observer of her soul
and witness to her wonder.
She is the gentlest of Breeze[s].
I want to bathe myself in her…
relax with her…
be apprentice to love’s lessons from a mind with no ceiling.
Possessing enough sensuality
to even make Aphrodite envy her.
Honey-tinted in love’s disguise
with silky locs framing A.N.G.E.L. features…
32 in 3-D…
navel ring that keeps me on a southbound path
headed toward the center of OUR universe.
Flawless legs wrapping around me,
a grip I wish to never leave.
I could die here,
re-inventing myself like a phoenix in her eternal flame.
She is a diamond
touching all four bases:
spiritually-nurturing…
mentally-stimulating…
emotionally-relaxing…
physically-arousing.
Then she be
pro-black,
pro-God,
pro-Me.
She contributes all of herself.
Brave indeed…
willing to go where others fear.
She trusts Me, submits to Me,
present[ing] the ultimate gift of herself…
not what rests between her thighs,
but instead
what lies in her subconscious---
deeply embedded in what she’s taught is wrong.
I am the…
Guardian of her genuine heart,
Protector of all of her being,
Guide to the world unknown…
I direct her,
instruct her,
lead her
into a private mental/emotional space
that is OUR home.
I AM her Daddy.
I shield her NAKED truth
in the cloak of my loyalty.
The walls of our minds shelter us
from Beelzebub’s foul energies.
Never awkward, we enjoy quiet.
Always basking in one another’s presen[ts],
words are unnecessary,
while silences scream volumes.
Her words are my memories
That serve as love memoirs
Yes…the ones that she re-reads
over and over in my mind,
with a voice of innocence
and devious thoughts of being my bitch.
I’d fuck her ruthlessly, unmercifully
as if she were Desdemona.
I’d make love to her softly, sweetly…
pouring my tears into her soul.
She’s MY booty,
not just a piece of booty.
Beyond all worldly treasures,
life’s riches are mine.
I stand right on the verge
of the greatest love known to any mortal or god.
Thor’s thunderous strength, no match.
Apollo’s blinding light, no match.
Poseidon’s raging waters, no match.
I am blessed by the Most High
with a systa that is
gifted and clever,
spiritual and enlightening…
a refined lady in public
and sensuous lover in private.
I am her strong Dom
in body, mind and spirit.
BUT secretly…[dare I say?]
weak for her affections.
I need to detox myself of her A.N.G.E.Lic poison.
But this is some shit that Doc said
wouldn’t go away…
a permanent infection…
a virus for which there is no cure…
a heart disorder of sorts.
With the essence of all femininity,
She is MY TRUTH…
a truth that hurts,
but a truth nonetheless.
A truth that speaks to my once-deaf ears
She is my love letter in the flesh.
My emptiness and fragile state
Are temporary, I know.
But I ain’t no qiuttin’ muthafucka.
One day she gon’ be MY wife.
