If we were a song…

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


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When is enough, enough? …."Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than hurt yourself trying to put it back together.” ~Unknown

Let Me Take You

Let me take you where

Fantasies are fufilled…






Pull at your deepest desires…






Moisten erect soft skin…





Until you thump,




with anticipation 

of my lips blanketing

Your erection… 

Will you go with me?

 -Valerie Rene’a

Thoughts Crashing

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

Love adorned

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!

-Valerie Rene’a

Love claimed

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

I touched her today

I touched her today

Touched her


thought of you

Thoughts that led me to…

Slowly tracing my lips

Tilting my head back

Spreading my legs


Wider as if

you were still there

Stroking, throbbing

Filling the depths of me with you
Now my fingers


My eyes close

As I

As I lay here 

and probe her

Teasing her

Pleasing her

Until she drips

with thoughts of me and you!

-Valerie Rene’a