Love yourself beautiful! It’s so many superficial people out here in this world that make women (and men) feel less about themselves and in the meantime it be those same people with more insecurities than you. It be those same people that miss out on some dope ass people and some bomb ass genuine love because they strive so much for societies approval. I said all that to say this, be who you are and true to yourself fuck trying to appease folks for the likes of their own fulfillments. They are the ones missing out, not you baby girl!
If we were a song the melody would be our heartbeats syncing in tune rhythmically, and our souls dancing internally as we rehearsed each verse the tongue is able to speak. If we were a song, you would never forget us, we; leaving our love set on repeat. -Valerie Rene’a
Fantasies are fufilled…
Pull at your deepest desires…
Moisten erect soft skin…
Until you thump,
of my lips blanketing
Will you go with me?
I’m in this hot bubble bath with thoughts of you. Music playing in the back ground. I can’t help but imagine you here. I lie on my stomach as the water ripples around me. I think of your fingers as each wave hits my flesh. Bubbles bursting against my lips causing the fragrance of honey to leave notes on the tip of my tongue. My body aches, and my yoni throbs for your presence. I felt myself get wetter in the wetness that surrounded me. I wanted you to feel me, to feel this. My mere essences floating. Now my head is against the wall, my fingers tracing my lips, my breathing deepened… Entrance. I Have You. Thoughts dancing with the flame…waxed and relaxed. My stresses washed away, the only tension now is the pressure that wraps around my fingers…One…Two. My body rises and falls, my eyes closing. I lick my lips then bite down on them. “Cum for him” is all I can hear. I keep up the pace, inhale and exhale, in and out…moaning your name. I can’t help but somehow I know I’m wetter now more than before, I honor those voices that echo over the splashing and I cum for you, my thoughts now crashing. -Valerie Rene’a
I love him
I love him as if he were tailored to my being, as if I was blind and he were my eyes that I could now see with, a love I didn’t have to compete with.
I love the way his hands would gather my every imperfection that cover my body, lift them up and praise them highly.
To me he was Godly
He, being the Black Man that he is
the one that was born with statics stacked against him
Yet he never submitted
He was gifted and I, I was blessed
I was blessed that we were a chosen force to be reckoned with
We were a team that built a foundation , that manifested our dreams
It didn’t take long for them to become reality
We had an understanding
We would always become a better us
no matter how the odds stacked
there would be no giving up
We were considered the minority
born in fields of cotton
prone to failing
But they failed to see
Strength in our tears
The fight in our lashes
The courage in our songs
The royalty in our skin
And no matter how far He may fall that I will be there next to him
helping him get back up
Because a God always rises before us
I love him
Even more now than
Then… Forever us!
Quality over quantity…How good would it feel to have this, to have someone love you beyond all cosmic realms. A love that’s unexplainable but felt. A love where your imperfections are nonexistent. I believe we all have a need/desire for this yet we plague ourselves with what ifs and fear sets in and we short ourselves on unknown happiness. Besides, who wants to climb out on that shaky limb and fall without a net, but then again what if you never fall. -Valerie Rene’a