I cant fathom how Id live without my jasmine...Im supposed to be the thief but shed stolen the heart of Aladdin...my nerfertitti my cleopatra my Isis...my black queen my black goddess Im surprised she breathes just like us...Im surprised her mortal touch has been a blessing I received...and that first kiss of her lips still resonates with me...unbelievable as the pyramids hand crafted by man...unbelievable as Michael Jackson dissolving through the black sand...but I remember the time when we first met...so divine we intertwined when the ship had set...it was like a stroll on the Nile all the while just so passive...her eyes were as beautiful as the night skies of Damascus...and there I can lie in eternal lure...as our fire increases our inferno roars...with not a care in the world to extinguish our throne...thats the feeling you get when you can call a queen your own...
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 04:04:29 +0000
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