KING of HEARTS

The King of Hearts; how appropriate is that for you?

Now, a king may have many wives, but a successful king has only one queen.

I am an Ace of Spades in this game. Highly sought, am I, yet lying dormant until the time comes to trump every odd against me.

For you, though, I am content on taking on the role of queen. That is, as long as it isn't occupied. In that event, I will withdraw my standing and be an ace all on my own. One who knows no mercy nor seeks the companionship, courtship, of a king.

The way I play depends on the draw. At the moment, I'm in your hands. Will you have me? I'm not meant to be just a wife or labeled "other," I can only be queen or the unattainable ace.

Let me be the strongest card you hold in a deck with no jokers.. where nothing is wild.

Let's just talk a minute. My mind is on an imagination trip. I'm in need of dire assistance. I want you inside of me until you're knee deep in it. Hold on... let me finish. Run your fingers through my hair then pull it gently so I can feel it. Speak to me in your baritone and grow while you drill it. Wait. Lemme go change my panties. I
stay slippery wet during and between the times that you have me. Let your thickness expand me and when you beat my box beautifully, you're renowned my vigilante. I don't wear things that are scanty. Even in the homeliest attire you make me feel so fancy. I prefer you on the tip of my tongue like a name I wrack my brain to remember. And as the ember of your blunt glows in the dark, bitter breezes of December, we swelter. Furnace-like and slickened with sweat. I empty you out so well, you can hardly catch your breath.. but I'm not finished yet. You know I know your spots. Let my tongue agitate those places that get you oh so hot. At attention, yet again? Let me taste you until you drop.

Cancel Out The Non-Factor

I shook my head. 'Why?' he wonders. Hmm. The 13th still looms about me. It festers like an infected wound. Insult to injury. Being disrespected by words is easier to discuss; there's no conversion needed. In this case, his actions [or inaction] are what vex me most. Who was she? Why was it okay for her to be that close.. that comfortable? Is she a re-run or a current season? Forgive me, I will say, because I don't understand. I've never had to deal with this situation. It's difficult to solve this equation without all the variables. Is she [x], and if so [y]? The only constant is the [2] of us, right? I would hope that we're definite, infinite even. There's no room for the uncertain [x]. What is her value? How does she change our product? Let her not be the deciding factor that divides us. At the moment, she is the fuel that drives me to strive for our multiplication: dividends, love, joint success. Until I know, I will not rest.

My Mother's Mother

She had hair, jet black, that fell to her waist; even in her fifties, there were no greys in sight. She was stout, down-to-earth in stature, but she was largely grand.

In my mind's eye I see her gliding about town in all of her grace. The hushed gossip whizzing around her like mosquitoes in heat. She does not digress. No! She's the medicine woman, my mother's mother.

A natural practitioner of holistic healing, she gave me, us, our talents. God given and honorable are they, are we.

From the inside out she healed; so much so that it led to her own demise before I could lay eyes on such a woman. The one who birthed such an unforgettable, special woman.. Mom.. From my mother's mother.

"She was an alcoholic!" they said.

Was she? I don't think so. She was a healer. Yes, she drank. Drank in all of the spirits to heal herself of an invisible plague. To this day I wish I could've been there to heal her myself, but I was not yet concepted.

The look and feel of me, my aura, my healing comes from my mother. Where did she acquire such traits? My mother's mother.

I have a sickening sway in my hips that will make you dizzy if you're not careful and a latina flare that sparks when I speak. My face is more ethnic than foreign cuisine and my poise is more regal than the Eiffel and the tower in Rome that constantly leans.

If you know that I'm different and wonder where I'm from; if you see I'm gifted before we speak; if you appreciate me and all I have, then thank my mom and mother's mother.