This Moment

As I attempt to remain focused my mind softly drifts to thoughts of both of us longing for a kiss.
Cased in a world of coldness your touch brings me warmth and tonight that moment is missed.
Im stuffed with busy work that slowly passes my time and my days become revolving doors.
Cycling patterns of boredom even while moving don't take you out of my mind.
Inside I sigh while pondering who, what, where and why.
Struggling to practice patience I sit anxious often dreaming of love and all of the above.
To have my neck nibbled as my fingers dribbled or
To have my tongue tasted as my waist was embraced or
To kiss you here and there and be kissed everywhere and
To spread my wings and fly while rest urges to cry.
Our sexual peak should rise to limits of the sky.
I can't function like normal because my blood rushes as if on fire for the desire to be taken higher.
Back to our kiss I so desperately miss.
The flavor is as sweet as melons and berries.
It keeps me high for hours and my spirit it carries.
Dismantled am I from this dream which lies
and I am totally unable to flow consistently.

My Natural Poetry

Every where I turn someone is trying to understand why I went natural.
So they check out my kinks, look up and down and then they question me.
They give me a glare like "who she tryin' to be?"
Do I stand out because I no longer conform to the norm or do you feel sorry for me?

It takes a bad chick to pursue it and cut through it.
Pleeeaassseee, don't hate, I did it and I will keep on doing it.
From what my eyes have observed, it IS natural season.
I really don't owe you an explanation or my reason.
I mean, I don't question your straight ends and play with your hair.
So, why do you find interest in me now, as if you really care?

I was the one misled for years, thanks to our great slave masters.
If anything, I owe an apology to my beautiful ancestors.
I was told my dark skin and nappy roots were wrong, denying my Lord's creation.
I settled among others like me, turning away from self-actualization.
However, I now look out into the crowd and see other naturals like me.
We are transforming, transitioning, big choppin' and turning into queen B's.