Roses are a variety of colors sending their sweet perfume in the air though however lovely must be approached with care lest their thorns prick you unaware.
-lsthurman- 2013
Tag: Love
Together Again
Black Man
Thank you for loving me patiently, caringly, kindly
Please do not cease caressing me with your kind words
Baby… I like… how you call me to you
With your eyes, body, spirit, and soul.
I respond to you with all of me
Nothing will I withhold
Hold me close to you
Your heart beat sings to me
Your embrace fits me perfectly
Let me stay a little while in tune with you and me
The world stops
Frozen
While your love touches me intimately
I look up as your beauty your eyes wash over me
Baptized
Truth is I loved you the first time I saw you walk by
Like water.. tall dark African Prince… refreshing
Delicate
Like a dream and you touched me with your words
Embraced me with your look
Heart Shaped Rose
Missing you…morning texts…mid-day chats…the sound of your voice after long day of work…yes (exhale) I miss you with the understanding that there is a time and purpose for everything…I wish you well. Long distance relationships are not for everyone…Ce la vie!
Delicate..
Don’t be afraid to live with an open heart…love was never meant to be kept locked away…like a delicate rose releasing sweet perfume in the lives of those with whom you share…
Love…
Love is a beautiful thing…if you are searching don’t worry your time will come…if you have found it cherish every moment.
Young Love
So sweet…. long talks long walks. Constant need to be entwined mentally emotionally and spiritually. Constantly touching holding kissing as if you where my oxygen. The warmth of you so close. I could feel your heart beat softly- so sweet. Never wanted to leave the security of those arms. Tightly holding me as you whispered your love songs of affirmation. Writing letters passing notes. Always connected without sex…that is. Only wrapped up in the perfume of you and me. Others envied us. We were Romeo and Juliet from two different worlds. As we grew. Reality set in. Our young love coming to an end.
Written By LaQuita S. Thurman 8 October 2012
Breeders Part II
Daughter’s of the Most High created to reflect the glory of God- not of man. Tearless eyes Lost Innocence Squandered Inheritance. Diamonds in the rough. Please comprehend your value is far greater then any ruby. Yet marred by the deceptions of false immitations counterfeits. Void ambitions laced invitations reflections deceptions of one nite of bliss. Bed of Roses turned into thorns of ravished gardens. White washed temples empty for the gates were left open. Mind abducted by false ideas of what could be. Pillar of salt don’t look back. My sista we be Queens elaborately designed for a King chosen by YAH. The nite of consummation. Angelic Host sing. A Royal Marriage Bed with our Heavenly Fathers Blessing.
Written by LaQuita S. Thurman 7 October 2012
Breeders
You throw your seeds around as if extinction is on your heals.You stand with your chest out proud of notches in your belt “playa” woman “slaya” Ignoring the silent screams of fatherless children-abandoned generations. Ignoring the silent screams of-between those thighs “What’s my name”-Son please. Your DNA is so precious-See…Created in Gods image designed to be more than just an athletic acrobat in the room-Son. Cause your seed like any seed was designed to be planted in one garden. Sacred is the womb-nuture that wom—-man. As she is the gateway to this earth. Bringing forth son’s and daughter’s in need of Father’s.
Written By LaQuita S. Thurman 5 October 2012
The Sun Is Shining…
My heart is free. There is a cool breeze coming through my bedroom window, the air is fresh, and I can hear little birds chirping and a Crow crowing in the distance. I can also hear a jet flying overhead, traffic a little further passing by, and my Aunt in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for the family. I can hear this chirp coming from the fire detector…needs a new battery. I hear the hum of my computer engine with its fan going. I can hear my own breathing and my slightly stuffy nose from my allergies….I think it time to dust behind the bed cause dust could be lurking. Today I am thankful for my breath and the ability to hear all these beautiful sounds and my eyes to see such beautiful things…alot is going on around me, in my life, and in the lives of those I love…what really made a difference for me last night that blessed me to have good sleep was having a moment to pray with my Aunt for all the things on my heart. God are you listening….I love you and thank you for listening to my problems and concerns and taking the burden from my soul….have a wonderful eternity 😉
SABREEHNA S. ESSIEN 