My King, My heart beats for you like the fading sounds
from the African drum through the winding stretch from
the plains of the savannah as young children sway on.
With each twirl, i am enchanted by your Love.
Through nights, i hold on close to you- sweetness told
through throngs of passion as you feel my silky soft black
skin smeared with shear butter and my nappy African hair
hardened and coiled through the day- yet soft after a wash
a funky delight for corn rows and Bantu toots. A patrician
beauty with voodoo hips, an allure only peculiar to me.
Sprung from humility, a defiant intelligence i reckon with
Calmness in speech, kindness i can’t fathom. You light up my world!
Respect borne through the years, the sweetest cuisine i have come
to love. My king, you are my most prized possession. A piece of my gem,
closed through the entailing journeys of the Pearl of Africa, my heart sings for you.
My own embrace through this cold world, a comfort through the storm.
A love when everything else seems uncertain, a companionship that isn’t
equitable to material things because our love doesn’t require exaggeration.
My King, let’s wrap in bark-cloth like our ancestors. Fill my waist and my neck
with beads, bangles on my hands and ankles and let’s sway to the beats of
the African drum and toast with a calabash of local beer. Let’s create our own
marriage feast with the best cuisine and recall tales of the past by the fire.
Let me sit on your lap. Let’s take it easy, laugh and joke with our teeth out.
Stay close and late to look at the moon, count the stars and chant love songs
in unison to the essence of the night, beauty of our souls.
Let’s lay deep by our hut, mock the crickets as they make those sounds.
Whisper through the dark close to hear your heart beat.
The freshness of your black skin, sweetness of your breath
until you bend and kiss me like the modern man.
My King, let me chant my love for you. Walk besides you with my head
held up high because i am your African Queen. Let’s strut by the side-walk
with pride because of the gift of love that we share.
Smile on my King, walk with pride. Hold close to me and let’s caress many
moons as they come. Our love is forever. I love you my King.