My Soul's Song by Shaniqua Hudson (best short novels of all time txt) 📖

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Someone’s Lyric

I want to be someone’s Lyric, that spirit which up lifts them.
I want to be showered by hugs and kisses, made love to in undisclosed places,
I want to be someone’s Lyric.
I want to be standing in the midst of a monsoon type of love which engulfs my being, saturating my senses; my heart would pump zealously from his hugs and kisses.
His splendid cocoa scent sends me to a place of ecstasy.
Impervious to the outside world his tone pulsate my ears as I saunter to his side.
His infamous love would need no recognition.
I want to be someone’s Lyric, gating my body breeding into me love-joy.
Oh Lawd!
Where is my archangel, mine essence hath been punctured many times over,
But my resilience keeps me pressing forward.
From the pit of my stomach I bellow,
I want to be someone’s Lyric!


Sunrise in your kiss

There was a splash of sunrise in your kiss, a twinkle in your eyes when our souls mixed.
Your words were so touching and brand new.
I lingered on every consonant, waiting for you to be through.
Looking in your eyes put me in the mood.
I would get angry because you are a slightly younger than me.
I guess I thought I could school you.
It was all-good though; cause I loved your skin, brown almost red.
Your hair black with deep roles of waves, your eyes hypnotizing, tongue tantalizing!
Ooh, young man you’re so different, I could relate to everything that you mentioned.
It was so refreshing to know that you could start a sentence and I finish it.
I wasn’t sure if it was chemistry or hormones that I was feeling,
but my blood boiled and my body shook.
My lips jittered at the site of your face.
My loves eye brows thick and bushy complemented nose long,
But round at the tip bringing back its Afro American heritage and lips stained brown from gonga decorate his white teeth.
This young man has me.


The Inside of You

If I could, I would keep you.
I would keep you all bottled up inside of my heart.
You would see only through my eyes and feel only what I feel.
You would endure the hurt and the pain.
Then you would know why there is so much grief kept so deep inside.
You heal me, so heal me.
To be unhappy would be a thing of the past.
We would be connected as one always.
I want to drink every element of you and taste the goodness of your spirit.
Your endless dark colors are the blue prints into your heart.
As I draw your face in my mind, I’ll sketch your lips, your eyes.
I’ll mold your body with my mind’s eye.
As your dark colors run deep into this cup embedded inside of me.
My heart and mind began to melt into you.
And then I will become apart of your every being.
Let me see what you see and feel what you feel.
Are your wounds so deep that a simple kiss could penetrate them?
Let me heal you, I’ll be your healer from now until forever,
Only if you let me.


Poor Black Children

A Black child was born to an unfaithful father.
Man that grown man could never settle for one woman.
He spread his seeds through out the city as if he was trying to grow something.
You see, he had two children born the same year, the same month by two different ladies. Those Poor babies.
His baby’s mamas were desperate to have him for themselves, but chances were slim.
Because that man is too fine, smile blinding to the gaze, lips juicer than sausages.
His body ripped and chiseled, sista’s dream of sleeping with him.
He be a rolling stone creating a mountain of hurt along the way, shedding women like skin. He’s always breaking in new coochie, creating babies never to wed the woman.
Poor Black Children.
Never having a father for them, but have enough brothers and sisters to fill a football field.
They’ve got to know their ken; don’t want to be crushing on a sibling…..
Poor Black Children.
So what would they give their father for Father’s Day?
They shouldn’t give him anything it’s not like he’s paying child-support.
He so sorry he won’t get a job because he’ll be too broke after paying to support his league.
He doesn’t care he’ll let their mothers worry about feeding them; he’s still a King to them. The mothers won’t leave him alone his loving is too damn strong…
But these Poor Black Children grow knowing that their daddy comes and goes as he please never spending time with them only mommy.
Where does that leave the little boys and girls, scorned to the world?
They’ll never know how to be in a real relationship.
They’ll be adulteress taking a piece of their father with them.
Poor Black Children.


I awaken your sleeping spirit by undressing

I awaken your sleeping spirit by undressing and exposing by brown skin.
My naked silhouette arouses you and you begin to sweat.
You're wishing that you could feel the moist-wet rain forest brewing inside of me.
You lick your lips seducing me to do the nasty.
You seize me then caress my face.
You want to do grown-up things and that’s okay.
I run from you gladly, you chase me, knowing that I can’t get away.
We fall onto the bed laughing hysterically!
You smile at my face then tell me that I’m so lovely.
Candles light our way as we discover each others body.
Kissing you is so arousing, when I feel your nature jerk.
I know that it’s good to you.
With our mouths widely open, you slide your tongue inside me.
I want you badly.
I am so ecstatic.
I love making love in this fashion.
The bed is squeaking making a beautiful melody.
Squeaking springs sound so lovely, hearing your heart beat is like a rush to me.
Our lungs exhausted.
I must applaud you for this.


I Can Taste

No good byes; but plenty of I love you’s.
You are too smooth to stay too lonely to stay away.
Confessions from the heart spew from your mouth.
You gasp for air and try to ingest your feelings,
But the look in your eyes let me know that your words are true.
Why be afraid of something that has grown inside of you?
I can taste your love when we kiss.
I enjoy sucking your bottom lip and teasing it with my tongue.
Rap your arms around me like a bow on a present,
And pour your black coffee love into my empty cup.
I am for you, this amour colored with passion.
As we bend our bodies in ecstasy;
Look at me look at me, my nipples plump like berries my pearl.
Pink and dripping!
Baby will you love me tomorrow?
Will you love my eyes my little sighs when you push it in me.
And my smiles when you go deep into me?


If age ain’t nothing but a number

If age ain’t nothing but a number
Huh, well age 21 must be one of the world’s greatest wonders!
Babe’ 21 split through me like thunder, made my body crackle on fire,
His opiate eyes pulsate my gina.
I wear him, he be an amulet around my neck, my protector.
My heart chimes when his lips smack my berry bosom.
He is my existence I surrendered every part of me, curiosity the reason.
He is reclusive, secretive, yet open and honest,
loyal straight forward and I love being around him.
But a world wind of thoughts plagues my mind, mocking and stocking me all the time.
“Don’t want this to be a sexual thang,
I’m tired of playing rewind putting myself in the same situations,
time after time.”
And when my lips spoke of this, he smiled pressing his finger against my lips,
21’s slender body rose in between my legs like the sun and he said,
“Listen to me carefully.”
He placed my face into his hands, with his tongue;
he traces my cheek to my ear lobe then he continued,
“When two great minds collide they create a bond like and atom a nucleus. The two thrive from creating themselves, by instilling in their heart faith and the knowledge of knowing all things are possible through him. Being creative is an endeavor to come to terms with life and the living. Baby we can create love, hope, even children. We must let go of our qualms of being wrong and making mistakes. I won’t hurt you, I’m here to stay.”
My heart sings, my spirit smiles, my soul whispered,
“Yes.”


Love fuck

You saturate my brain; thoughts of the past only bring me to the present.
Was it love or just a fuck?
You call me when it rains you ignore me on sunny days.
Why must you delay your love for me?
Are you afraid of what your friends might say?
I hope that you realize that I won’t always be around.
Boy why can’t you be a man and take control of this situation?
Why must I…I… fuck it!
I will do it! I will let go!
I will not let you abuse this love or confuse this love,
Because baby I’m worth so much more.
I’m a soldier Queen of hearts you have pulled my card too many times.
You made this heart cry and bleed envy of an invisible love that doesn’t exist.
I reminisce about the past.
How we would puff, puff pass.
I adored your smile and longed for your kisses.
As I sit and reminisce on how we would make love,
You would spell out your name every time you where in it!
I was your earth as we lay.
You planted seeds and then you went away.
I understand that we had no agreement but why do you still fean for it?
You call me every blue moon like its cool.
Fuck you boy, cause I’m through!


Miss it

Though you’re not here, in the back of my mind I can feel you.
I miss you Sweetness.
I shall never love this way again.
While staring at your picture I analyze your eyes, trying to uncover you mystery and lies.
The days we shared.
Me holding your hand as you’d whisper sensual words in my ear.
“Baby I will never love this way again, Lady”
Is what you used to say to me?
Your steamy breath would send tingles down my spine;
Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
This is driving me crazy.
What I am I suppose to do when my soul is in need of you.
Baby your kisses, your exquisite love making.
I would ball my fist in the air, while you hit.
Yes, Yes!
Ooh baby I miss it.
Your love making.


Late at night…

You know when that time of the month comes around and your hormones are going haywire? Its either right before your period, during, or hell right after. Well my sexuality is at its highest peak and my mind plays fantasies like dreams. I want someone to release the tension up out of me. But I was single so I wrote about someone taking advantage of me. The whole scene played out in my