poetry || unedited woman.
No judgement
No alterations
He liked his women unedited.
His passion
Ignited by She-Radical
Her fiery spirit,
He fed with water
Salt and pan lids buried deep under the floorboards of his house
They were never an option.
He found noureshment as her fuel runneth over
Arms outstretched
He welcomed her
Bathing in her essence
Begging for her essence
“Feed me black beauty.”
“Empower me black beauty.”
His existence
Resting solely on her shoulders
She gives him life
Earth begins to rumble beneath his feet
Chocolate thunder
She could feel his arrival
The world could now feel his arrival
She had commanded melanin
She had created Him Radical
– Nosy Josie 
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This was so amazing, I was visualizing the God pleading with the Goddess mother to experience her powers and finally the Goddess mother seeing his form speaking life over her Man commanding the elements to do her will for her man. When nature wants to make a man.. She pummels him and molds him like clay. Love this!
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I LOVE that you were able to identify exactly the image I was attempting to paint. You literally hit this on the nail. “Pummels him and molds him like clay” – -beautifully said. Thank you King!
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