THE OFFICIAL SITE OF AUTHOR
KAREN WILLIAMS
Poetry
king
The sun...It shined on me indeed the day I met you..
Restlessness, subdued.
He calls me "babycakes" and I just smile.
Finding contentness in your,
comforting words,
strokes,
I lay under you and
you are that blanket.
In and out of bed,
I know I am throughly protected.
From others-
I'm often told,
you- carry this respect for me
that can be seen in your walk.
No matter what joke you smile..
Cause there's twinkle in your eye always reserved for me..
I never knew what it felt like to be the center of someone's life
where every emotion they possessed gravitates to me.
In his eyes I exceed perfection and there
is indeed no limation to how much he treasures me.
Restlessness, subdued.
He calls me "babycakes" and I just smile.
Finding contentness in your,
comforting words,
strokes,
I lay under you and
you are that blanket.
In and out of bed,
I know I am throughly protected.
From others-
I'm often told,
you- carry this respect for me
that can be seen in your walk.
No matter what joke you smile..
Cause there's twinkle in your eye always reserved for me..
I never knew what it felt like to be the center of someone's life
where every emotion they possessed gravitates to me.
In his eyes I exceed perfection and there
is indeed no limation to how much he treasures me.
Love for the first time through a man's eyes
And it was the day love found me.
It swept me up like a blanket.
Became a comfort long awaited.
A type of nourishment when no other would satisfy.
She…became my muse
Evoking sensations and inspiration-
I-hadn’t felt in ages.
Her lips tranquil…
Her hair brushes my cheeks like air.
Fingertips spill away a sort of warmth that-transcends from her soul.
Music found me in her words… her voice…smooth…as her skin
is delicate…
Releasing a power,
when she walked, her essence, women aspire to have and seek to acquire.
She seemed to float into my heart
The day she found me, I discovered the significance of love
It swept me up like a blanket.
Became a comfort long awaited.
A type of nourishment when no other would satisfy.
She…became my muse
Evoking sensations and inspiration-
I-hadn’t felt in ages.
Her lips tranquil…
Her hair brushes my cheeks like air.
Fingertips spill away a sort of warmth that-transcends from her soul.
Music found me in her words… her voice…smooth…as her skin
is delicate…
Releasing a power,
when she walked, her essence, women aspire to have and seek to acquire.
She seemed to float into my heart
The day she found me, I discovered the significance of love
Brown Skin
Brown skin... A beauty never ending ... Cool, cool temperments.
If this man went east, then it is east that I would go packing nothing, yet leaving with everything. Brown skin... A kiss to the forehead
makes me tingle, with smooth, large supple hands that seem molded to my thighs as you lift me to do your do. And I crawl into your huge lap of love and I am rocked to sleep like a newborn. Brown skin... No one can compare and I'd fight with utter chivelry to have your prescence in my world. The love I feel
very evident with each look, each smile , each tip of all fingers as they stroke your back after each long day. Brown skin... I am true till the end of time and the beginning of each day. Brown skin
If this man went east, then it is east that I would go packing nothing, yet leaving with everything. Brown skin... A kiss to the forehead
makes me tingle, with smooth, large supple hands that seem molded to my thighs as you lift me to do your do. And I crawl into your huge lap of love and I am rocked to sleep like a newborn. Brown skin... No one can compare and I'd fight with utter chivelry to have your prescence in my world. The love I feel
very evident with each look, each smile , each tip of all fingers as they stroke your back after each long day. Brown skin... I am true till the end of time and the beginning of each day. Brown skin
.
can u handle
Can u handle? mocha brown skin,
full lips, eyes slanted to china,
and 36 d's crushed into 36 c's...and
of trust as you walk threw the door
Kisses sugar flavored.
As if whats on ones mind
and heart was deposited with their mouth
Can u handle?
All the trust they can muster,
you always before any other.
Whether in a crowded room or at the million man march
her eyes are sincere and her smiles
her smiles are only for you
Can you handle?
Being respected and accepted as the man
Her willingness to bow down
Leaving pride at the door
And always endearing soft spoken words
of the love she has for you
Can you handle?
