I am *Queen*

I've been silent, so I figured it was time to remind you of who I AM...

This HERE.....


is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth

But late is better than never-

Cuz I got this here forever

And I-

Flow like rain during any kind-a weather

I keep this here close to my heart

And when the block comes, I dont know where to start

So

I'll just let the words flow from my heart

But you aint feelin me-- You aint hearin' Queen

So allow me to bring you back to the forefront with my sil-lil-o-qy

Remind you of all the things that should have you fearin' me

This Army of One, brighter than that star in the heavens He created we call Sun

Under its light, the two of us can unite as one

And make ours under His...



But until then-

I'll lay with words.... spoken

While promises made to myself remain unbroken

And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian

I am *Woman*

The prototype made perfect and pure

Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be

Wrath your mental erection will not endure

Thought you knew a good Queen with tight-squeeze

Will cause your surrender on your knees (at my feet)

And dream dreams about your seeds

Taking root in this royal vessel

I am Mother Earth

And I AM this Gyft

And so I present myself unto thee

For I AM "Queen Poetree"



And when I seem silent...

When you think there is nothing but your heart beat

Nothing but the breeze

I am the Life that flows through you

I am the wind rustling the trees leaves

I am the beautiful fragrance left in the air you may interpret as another

I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers

I am the softness of lips

and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue

I am that empty space you try to fill with another one



So when you think- you hear nothing

When you think you’re all alone

I am every word-every adlib of your favorite song

Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair

I am your deep breath- because, baby, I AM your air

I am everything pleasurable—

Every pleasure experienced since Our Creation-

And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation

I am everything Virtuous

I am the eye of the storm

I am your hope, your future

I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn

I am air, I am sky

I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat

But most importantly, to my core

I am Just a Poetryee Queen, named B.…



Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

It brushes my...

the following is an excerpt from a long poem I wrote 12/5/2009 as mentioned above...

...your tongue-- a runaway thief at dusk

stealing my sanity, replacing it with a multitude of pains and pleasures--

the pain of the absence of your touch in every place all at once

my body demands it

the intensity of your kisses begin to reveal your raw nature

passionately branding my lips which will forever cherish its scars

such pleasure

you pull back, denying me your lips

to smile slyly-- naughtily

to ask me again... what you already know the answer to

but you've found proof of it

pouting...

So gentle... thick fingers test a rhythmic theory

damn its delicious, the noises made by man...

Queen Poetess B (c) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved

Its all really Apples and... Peaches?

Apples are not graceful fruits. Not graceful like peaches.

Apples are hard, can be dry, whereas peaches are soft and moist-- juicy...

like... me.

Apples, anyone? (lol)

Queen Poetess B (c) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.

Good

Everything...
I mean everything he touch
(everything you touch)
He make good...
(you make good...)
So I want him to touch me
I want you to touch me
(touch me...)
Touch everything...
I want him to touch everything...
Because…
I want you.... I want him to...
I need you to... cuz I need him to...
Touch everything
(everything)
Every place on me
My body is his instrument
You can play on me
(...he can play on me...)
He can play with me
Because...
Everything he touch...
He make good...
I mean... everything he touch
He make good...
he make good
Play your beat on me
(he can play his beat on me)
Because
Everything...
I mean, everything he touch
he touch it and make it...
He makes it
Good. so good....


Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved.