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Would you like to share a cup with me?

Posted in Rituals and Workings with tags , , on 08/04/2013 by Keona-Mlh

Make sure it’s warm. Make sure it’s thick. I like mine scalding. Burn my tongue and slide down my throat. It’s salty in some cases. Mmmmm. It’s sweet in others. Mmmm. It’s addicting all the time.

What in the Universe, is our obsession with that sweet elixir of life. The feel of it, running over your body. Dripping, tantalizing from your lips, fingertips and toes. It’s sticky, smooth to the touch.

The very sight gives people a head rush. Can you hear it? The rhythm it makes, the move it creates, the hypnotic wave. I see it move. I watch it rise, I rise to meet it, shy away from it and absorb when I’m not ready.

The force of it come out. Spewing, squirting, gushing. It slows down to a pulse. Watching it slow down, and covering my tongue.

Shall I feed you? Carry it in my mouth, and let it drop into your mouth down your throat? Sealing the deal with a kiss from below, above, and side to side. Mmmmm.

Or would you rather me write me name, in blood, with yours?

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Posted in Rituals and Workings with tags , on 07/23/2013 by Keona-Mlh

So hard to come by.
When I was alone, I felt peace.
Felt that I can continue it anywhere I was.
Yet I find that I can not.

There is no peace in home.
There is no peace in my heart.
There is no peace in my life.
Only peace in death.

To go to sleep at night.
Close my eyes.
Picture that peace.
Take my last breath…

Is peace.

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Posted in Rituals and Workings with tags , , , on 07/23/2013 by Keona-Mlh

Seems like an allergy.
Is it that hard to be honest.
Don’t say we can’t be friends because my spirit guide says its friends or your spirituality.
When in reality you just want to fuck my man and he probably made it happen, since he protected you.

Don’t say I accidentally cheated.
You can’t accidentally fall out your clothes, on to a bed, and in some pussy.
Don’t say I didn’t want to hurt you.
When you moved in with another woman and tried to hide it.

Don’t say I moved out and I’m homeless so I can’t talk.
Be a man and say you just wanted what I could give and then move on.
Don’t say I love you.
Then disappear after a year.

Don’t say I’m going to do better.
When your looking for the next person to fuck.
Don’t say I know I’m fucking up but I’ll be better.
When your really a ratchet ass nigga, who doesn’t deserve me.

Don’t blame me for your dick ways.
You was a dog when you met me.
You hid it well.
But you perfected your ways while you was with me.

You don’t deserve me.
You don’t deserve any female that is willingly to be there for you.
You only deserve the bitch who stabbed you.
The bitch who kicked you out.

The bitch who tried to put your business out there.
The bitch who tried to trap you.
The bitch whose family steals from you.
The bitch who thinks having a nigga beat her ass is true love.

You deserve ratchetness.
You deserve hurt.
You deserve problems
You don’t deserve my loyalty any more.

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