Intimate…

Mood: We laid here for moments listening for heart beats and unspoken words, our hands caressing flesh and gliding around curves. We met at the lips, sharing breaths as our intentions shifted. Now here we are, you and I, becoming intimate. -Valerie Rene’a

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Never Knew…

I never knew it could get better

better than this

we became more than intimate

more than just a kiss

more than the sensations that ran through our fingertips.

We revelled in the moment

moments like this

momentarily losing ourselves

exchanging energy as our passion

was revealed; sealing and binding us together.

Never have I known anything better

we were love exposed

love unscripted

love exhaled in bliss

love within every hour

of

every minute

stopping 

just to start all over again.

and 

again

my body becoming your

second language 

and you’ve yet to enter it.

Never have I known anything better

better than this

better than

this 

love

we’ve experienced! -Valerie Rene’a

Letter to her

Letter to her… I received your letter today and I must admit it took a lot in me to open it. I don’t know how many nights I tried convincing you that with was were I wanted to be. I couldn’t take no more of the arguing and screaming, nor the constant accusations of me cheating. I don’t know what happened to us, you let the women of my past dictate what matter to us. Yet I still love you. You were the best thing that happened to me. You don’t think I miss all those things you spoke of in your letter to me. I miss your scent as you pressed up against me. I miss those stressful nights where you would grab my hand and say “baby come pray with me”. I miss how you motivated me and push me towards the man I came to be. But somehow your thoughts became cloudy and you lost your faith in me. I never thought we’d end up like this, this separation between us. I was the best man to you that I knew how to be, and those words I spoke to you, I was speaking truthfully. Shit, thought of losing you just hit me..But, I’m not like your last dude, so stop mistaking me.
Valerie Rene’a
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Letter to him

Letter to him… I know a lot of time has passed since we last spoke. I had a habit of letting the past interfere with our present, now look at what we’re left with. I let my stubbornness get in the way, my ego came into play. I was afraid of rejection, afraid to speak up, afraid to right the wrongs between us. You meant more to me than I was willing to admit, it pained me to watch you walk out the door with all your belongings. I wanted to call out to you but the words never formed between my lips. I was taught if you loved something let it go and if it returned then it was meant to be, that’s bullshit. I should’ve fought harder because of what you meant to me. I got this pen in my hand and this pad on my knees replaying our moments together from my memory. I remember how we use to laugh together, how we motivate one another,  and how we could sit in silence and still feel so much pleasure. I love you. I realize now that I took for granted what I had because I couldn’t imagine I’d ever lose something that mattered. I was a fool and here I am hoping that this letter finds you…Soon!
Valerie Rene’a
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She Made Me Love Her…

She made me love her. She made me feel like I was free and when this world of chaos tried to fight against me there she was uplifting her King. She was inspiring. And I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful inside, in all my days living. God has blessed me. Now these days that I spend all day laying beside her were more fulfilling than the streets that owned me previously, it was simplicity that I was missing. She made me believe. She made me believe that I could be loved more than her melanin ran deep. We shared everything. I would just sit there and stare at her as she spoke into me. It was my awakening. I counted my riches by how her body felt in my hands as I was grasping. There were lapses in time as mind tried to wrap itself around these precious moments. Moments in which I never wanted to end because of how she felt against me. She made me love her and now the rest of my days will be spent…proving! -Valerie Rene’a  

The reason why I love the way I do

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They ask me “why do you love the way you do, give me a reason”, I said “I’ll give you a few”. One. I never knew my father yet I’ve seen him a time or two, he wanted no parts of me. You see he lived in the same state, the same city, a few minutes away with my eight other siblings, and I don’t know all their names but the same blood is in me. How do you deny your first born; the one with skin as dark as yours, big lips and wide nose. Two. I can’t remember the last time my mother hugged me or when she last said she loved me. She didn’t teach me to become the woman I was bond to be, she doesn’t know any of my secrets, never known my fears or my feelings, and out of all my accomplishments its as if they bear no meaning. Three. At the fifteen I was coming into my own, a tomboy to most until I noticed the change in my body and boys trying to get close. These were times where there were pagers and no cell phones. At seventeen I said “I do” senior in high school. My first love. He took every part of me,even my virginity. I thought we’d grow old together with a few kids, the happily ever after . Lets fast forward to the abuse. You see there were many nights I’ve cried myself to sleep and many days where I couldn’t open my mouth to eat. I’ve even contemplated on several occasions if life was worth living, I was death ridden with these scars that painted my skin from the abuse I was given. I was a prisoner of love occupying a cell of one plagued with the questions of “what if’s”. What if this time he pulls the trigger, will I be missed? I often prayed for strength to get through it. And Four. I lost my third child; I mourned alone, no visitors, no missed calls could be found. I didn’t even receive flowers for the 3 weeks I lay in a hospital bed bond. Yet I was given strength and a voice said “you got this.” So when they ask me “why do you love the way you do?” It’s because not being loved for so long has given me all the reason to!