He is Power

He is my muse. He increases my territory and adds to my life. He provides, and for that, I am grateful.

This guy, I climb like a tree. Each branch makes me sing differently. Wisdom and power. No drama. No concubines. No hiding. No lies. He is god. And I am goddess. No games. Although we do play. No secrets. No disrespect. Balance, courage, and peace. This is the way.

I check my warriors’ pulse

… his heart beats steady for me. Father, brother, cousin, uncle, friend. Husband, can I see you again?

black-voices

P.S. I love you.

Wp

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