Oxygen

you can call Me easy like SunDay’s morning….

but, I’ll let you in on a lil something….

His Soul’s lovin’ ain’t got me easy….

It’s got Me bent, habituated, & addicted….on….

SunDay, MonDay, TuesDay, WednesDay,

ThursDay, FriDay, Sat-ur-Dayyyy Looooveee…. In’

with every DeeP word spoken,

every delicate breath He breaths,

into My tremorIng need to inhale His seeds of Life….

It Is We that shake the Universe,

sending reverberations from Love’s Matrix,

opening Our floodgate’s Soul to Soul…

insufflating as One

and you can call Him My Sunshine….

It’s He that Is The Light…The Fire withIn My Soul,

glowing through My eyes,

sending lyrical melodies of, All you have to do is say Yes,

because He gives me Butterflies

that tickle with just the soft, warm, gentleness of His breaths,

radiating from the width of my lips,

down the hums withIn my throat,

to the songs living in My Soul…..

right here…

singing….Let Me Be Your One & Only…….

…..I gasp…..His breathe

He inhales….. Mine…..

fused…..two crescent moon backs arched…

One.

…..hot honey-“Do” whispers, whimpers & chocolate bods glisten,

reaching….

In-Too,

because We give no slack,

between the hip bones….

no written agreements

Soul’s Love- Pacts

as hands & hips grip them Sunday morning’s smooth, black

& chocolate-caramel swirl body dips,

those mid-day succulent stimulating drips,

into Mid-All-night Loving…..

He Is My left, right, &  Inbetween,

My All around, down & My Above

He is Thee Created for Me

My King

My Oxygen

©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 11/7/12

Later On

After we turn off our lights, there is no doubt

our temperatures are high, the music is low

you’re so close to me, my pulse is in my throat

and you kiss it, catching my breathe

I feel the race in your breathing, beating rhythmically to my neck’s pulse

Our body’s steams are rising, still moist from shower foreplay

And we’re sensually aroused & tickled, by our inner-teen lover attraction

undeniably under the covers, taking my time,

as I ran my fingers tips down your neck,

down your chest to your man-line,

feeling your nature rise,

lifting the sheets & greeting me with the same smile on your face,

and with it, you caress my lips, with everlasting passion & kisses…

as desire sets sparks for flames,

as we twelve-played, cuz we knew we were ready,

we slow rolled it & stroked it with the motion…..

we savored scents, tasted loving, chocolates & creams,

fulfilling wild dreams, answering moans & screams,

finding there was more than one candy-licker in da house…

Whimpers & cries were the melodies of our souls,

love you’s & hi’s….introductions of a future to hold…

After hours, loving a Queen & loving a King…

The reality of what true lovin’ means and loving one another in it…

Later on

© 1//3/12 LeTisha.Woods

Life’s Lemons, Salt & a Sweet Soul of Fire

today.
I breathe
sporadic, axiomatic breaths,
unaware of what tomorrow holds, much less the future,
as I try harder each day,
the foot on my back remains,
even heavier,
My still steel spine holds,
with the salty sweat beads of determination rolling down its center.
& My stride keeps swaying,
sashaying, with the knowing & the burning from deepness unseen,
head high, chest out…. I sway,
without thoughts of where or how the next…
backbreaking step will land…
grounded or stomped on my fight…
taking me,
as all the previous ones have…
to a halt, leading nowhere,
mind going forward, body held frozen
Is the real?

but My Soul has an ancient force,
She won’t stay down,
Burning like fire!
again I will dissolve this barrier & rise,
Strength, to bear yet another footmark,
within a seemingly unmoving life,
a determined brain steering-will-power,
from places I can only feel…

& I Wombman have the nerve & the nerves,
I do…
to smile…
recognizing the beauty & the joy of the sounds of My own laughter!
….occasionally
quietly remaining,
often, shocking Self… with how?- wonder
“Why…. I can bring me here more often, right?”
……& I know that this place in which Eye exist
…that life – !
day by day, chokes my ease
slowly…
with no matters of the amounts of back-breaking sweat & work,
if there’s no remainders at the end of the days =
it does equal up to sweat & knowing, with lemons & saltiness

stealing the slightest rays of My desire to be…
leaving taste buds bitter of bile,
smothering My gifts, My smiles, My drive…
for a while…
extinguishing happiness,
causing repetitive water-filled eyes…
face doesn’t wear it- heart holds it,
resonating in monotonic tones & recorded smiles,
but, burning within, in words & songs..
floating about freely, like butterflies & fireflies,
eating & portioning spoken & lyrical stories,
as I live, receive & give, stand & breathe
I will-
take this bitter life,
that will never overpower the sweetness of the Fire in My Soul

“&”

if one day this ol’place finds me diverting Soul Love…
vibrations fluxing around & above,
from the sidewalks, the by-walks, the paved walkways,
or the windows of shacks to the people I meet,
internally shining through every crevice & over creeks…
I will!
“My” voice, I will always own.
This is no bill or dollar that shall be indebted or cashed in on.
It is here where My Sweet Soul’s Fire will always flow…in words, in art, in lyrics- my songs.

© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 8/6/12