Keturah's Page

Your love is like a jazz song
The saxaphone
sofly blowing, tantalizing me
caressing me

Sometimes hitting me like hip hop
80's bebop
thumping on my chest
my arms are opened for you to rest on my breast

Your love is like an Anita Baker's love song
365 days, here, where you belong
Walking and smoking trees
swapping at bees
Some Jill Scott, or Alicia Keys

Your love...........Your love
It's like listening to Luther Vandross
Make me wanna take my pants off

And you seduce me in that slow, low tone… Continue

Before I go to bed
I must erase all the negative energy going on in my head
I must praise the wonderful Father
for if I don't, I can't go any further
I have come to realize that I don't own this flesh
It is my ability to serve His purpose the best
I have come to the realization that I have done damage to His temple
Have torn my skin while picking at that foreheaded pimple (LOL)
Have allowed myself to be misled
Now, before I to to bed
I must erase all the negative energy going on in my head
This… Continue

I've put away the clothes
Made up all the beds
I've swept the floors after dinner
But yet, it's not time for bed

I've read a few books with the children
I've prayed and tucked them in
Wash the dishes for tomorrow
Have homework and lesson plans to do before ten

I've written all the checks
for monthly bills of June
When all is paid on check day
My bank account will be doomed

I oftentimes sit and pray
tomorrow will be a little better
that if I pray hard enough
He will send me more cheddar

My da… Continue

In Heaven's mind lives a paradise
He is a image of me, a reflection he is
When I smile, I know that he smiles down on me
He is my mirror giving me more attention than I need
More attention than I deserve
There is a time when He allows me to be still and contemplate
I can feel his breathe on my neck
Sending tingles throughout my entire body
Like electric volts, igniting sensations that I didn't even know existed
He surrounds every room that I leave my presence
He is all in all essence
Blowing thr… Continue

It Speaks of Love

Shy in the creases of my skin, underneath where it all begin
In between the pores, around and under the core
There is a door
There is a key that only a few use
Namely my kin
Many have tried to get within, but they were pretend
They have looked in my eyes of sin
Never knowing how my heart was destined
Never asked my reasons why
Why inside, my heart won't cry
Cry, I might a tear
A tear of what I don't fear
Fear is no longer my sin
Loving is now how I begin
That's why I choose th… Continue