Sexual Prophets
I pull heart strings like violins
The systems I arrange
Bloody pathways claimed
I sing and women proclaim
“Find him a Kadeesha Willoby”
Man
Insane
We found the same love
Chosen men and intimate love
Coach to the ribcage
Nickname spade
Across the distant lands
The chosen men and women
Two hundred and ninety eight miles for Prophet
Less than for The Risen King
We throw our hands in the air when threats appear
Lowered collarbones when the partner is home
In foreign lands we called on Allah to bring us home
Our chosen women and male choices
Now it is time you hear our voices
The final prophets in a world of void
Without and with Allah
We shouted to the highest in proclamation
Our love’s declaration
Lasting
Never imitating
To be duplicated
Disintegrating
Mesmerizing fantasy in faith
What we witness can not be replaced
Shaped by Allah’s desire
His coveting took us higher
Combined with love from chosen crowds
The miles our hearts traveled
Through distant skies
We evoke love with passion
Faith in non-fiction
I witnessed visions
I seek the beating
Hearts are outpouring
Weeping
My mind is receiving
Messages from a new love
Prophet tried with their pulse
To match their rhythm to his thoughts
“I love you, Brodie”
Always
His first choice
These days, I say “Hi Major”
Lying down I showed him my temple rebuilding
I am the one in a million
Within the thirty nine trillion
Boyfriend titles shared in private
The lover I see
Destiny
Now it is time that I seek
To challenge
Lengthen
Envision
An arch to our halos
Tilted heads as we say “I do”
Sex to greet the coming era
I fly threw skies in Heaven and walk through men
One hundred and seven times have I
Said “yes I’ll”
While Prophets a smooth quest jive
Numerology
Follow me
“Quest jive” meant one thousand and ninety seven
The women and men
Chosen
Eyes frozen
In pleasure as we reach
A deserving peak
Eyes to resist a blink
Our minds blank
Expanding
Deep breaths
Then Coach to the bank
Kadeesha increased her rank
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