His warm hand Caress my face as he kisses me softly Turning me around his fingers went down my spine Like warm honey I instantly smiled As his fingers reach around my stomach He whispered in my ear Good Morning, Goddess.
As Black history month comes to an end I look back at everything that has happened over the years. It seems as thought the world is trying to heal but we keep running into people who want to live in the past. All I can say is take it one day at a time.This month … More Good Morning World
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Mastering the Art of Food and Poetry 