Extraordinary
The wonders of woman happen…
Every second…
Making man proud…
God…Shouts out loud…
"WALK MY QUEEN… WALK"
Woman an extraordinary…being…
That's right…EXTRA…ORDINARY…
GODS…(yellow finch) …
Flower of flowers…
Mind of HIS MIND…
She is queen of this planet…
No! . of this universe and outward…
Her touch like the sun giving pleasure…
Making essence, brightening mans glow…
As she moves among the earth…
Extraordinary…dark chocolate…
From the earth's core…
The hottest spot…there of…
Melting man's heart without trying…
Keeping man from dying…
But not keeping man from lying…
Extraaorrdinary…
Now…man is CRYinnnnnnn…
Knighthood him… queen…?
YES…or…NO…
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You Are Great
Sweet lady day…
On my mind you stay…
My intimate whispers, resonate within…
Your spirit…
For days after…
O' how GOD must…trust mankind…
To let mankind share in this gift known as…
Woman…Truly a gift from God…
Woman- imagine Adam and Eve…?
Not making love…I just can't…
To touch woman…before and after…
Is just a thrill…to real…
An awakening…toward her beauty…And sensitivity…
Her self-respect…
It all pulls at man…
He knows you are queen…his queen…
The gift…his gift…
The woman…his woman…
And he will never forget…
Never…that you have a mind of your own…
Which enhance many things…
Like him in your dreams…
A smile from within…that is such a thrill…
Which brings about a warm chill…
An a after…smile…
Which last all day…
Whisperkwane@gmail.
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My Prize
As queen you have been giving…
A set of characteristics…
Which set you apart…
In your soul, mind and heart…
Your body designed…within a great…
MIND…
Your heart is like the universe…
Having no end…
How on you…can man sin…
You who are the bees nectar…
The roots of plants…
You are woman…That mighty oak…
A bridge over trouble waters…
A GOD sent…
A precious creation…as is man…
But, you stand out…
Giving birth and all…
Having a warm cave of entry…
Tasteful…if need be… :)
You are man's paradise here on this earth…
Why can't (man) see your worth…
And never abuse but consciously respect…
You as the woman GOD…
Gave to man to make man…
A man among men…
Woman…I…LOVE…YOU…
Whisperkwane@gma il.com
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Awaking Awareness
I awoke to remember to…Remind myself…
That without you it would be…
A cold world…
You are a very, very special girl…
The woman in my life…
What is wrong with me…
Not to realize that…You…
Woman…Are my main air supply…
Before you I should walk on my knees…
From me you came…by way of a MIGHTY…
HAND…I am only the gateway for which you…
Were born…
No wonder I am torn…and…
You so scorn…a lost of…
Respect and admiration…
My true emotions have been on vacation…
An humiliation… My sweet…
To us and the creation…
I am the fool…
My hesitation is a violation…
It is just fear, which I wish to…Rectify…
My dear, dear queen…
Your frankincense and mirth…
Is way over due…
That left in the stew…
But have no fear…I am here…
Your man full throttle…
Not only will GOD be proud…
You my queen will share that…
I will be the jester no more…
Together we will soar…
Within the very clouds of our birth…
While my loving you here on this earth…
You, don't have to forgive me…But…
Please share with me…You
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Chocolate Taboo
Surrounding man and his world…
Causing his hurricane to twirl…
Matching him to no one…
Her chocolate taboo…
A beautiful mist of man…
Glowing…flowing…
Rich in all things…
Heavens own rain…
Thunder and lighten…
A woman's chocolate taboo…
A rainbow follows him…
Shaking booty…
Walking fast…
Melted chocolate is a blast…
A step from a mountain high…
Women ask yourself why? ? ?
The best of the best cry…
Yet the worst of the worst…
Can fly..
That dream you've dreamt…
Over and over…smile…
Flown…look around…
Chocolate Taboo…
Is who…? ? /
Wish not ladies…
Want not ladies…
Pride you will hide…
As chocolate slides…
Ordinary chocolate is not…
Warm or hot…
A taboo is just that…
Giving more then you can give…
Whispering…My Queen… staaay…in touch and plaayy.
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Either Is Great
Was the sun extra bright …
This morning…
Or am I understanding my queen better…
Either is great…
My queen and I relate…
In all the special ways…
Continuing through out our day…
Hip-hip…parade…
God is are aide…
Oh! HE never stops…
God's happiness for us is in plot…
Believe it or not…
Was the sun extra bright …
This morning…
Or am I understanding my queen better…
Either is great…
My queen and I relate…
With, respect…we make a date…
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Concentrate
My dear sisters…
Who are queens…
Never, never, stop your dreams…
Concentrate on you…
For there is a queen…
Within begging to be set free…
Have a mysterious kind of…
Obsession for yourself…
Let your self-esteem penetrate…
Your whole being…
For you may…
Just may…
Be out your league…
For most guys…
Who can't realize you are wise…
You need to know…
That a wild heart can…
Be broken…
So therefore become the…
Token…
Put aside the b.s. and joking…
Your future you cannot…
Be choking…
You are by far…
A better woman then you were…
Yesterday…
This new time is right…
There is a new president in town…
Just think…
The world is changing…
And you know you are a queen…
This is that moment…
Give your wings room…
To fly…
So what, he is cute…
And he winked at you…
Ask yourself this…
Is he really ready…
For a queen (woman) …
Who can fly…
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
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But Yet
If you could look into my eyes…
You would see my heart jump with glee…
Because of the way you look at me…
How (my heart) works extra hard…
At pumping blood into my veins…
(But yet) …
Whenever I think of you, my heart…
Re-acts…in a more positive way…
As it is trying to please you…
And you are not around…
(But yet) …we are connected…
So just imagine…the will…
It would give me…
When I see you…
Queen before me…
The Nile at your back…
And the sky in it's marvelous blue…
(But yet) I fade in and out…
There is a queen, true womanhood…
In my sight…What a blessed man am I…
So to love you gentle…
Would be an understatement at best…
Loving you gentle… has no human words…
With the pleasure…I could give or receive…
From such a queen…as yourself…
You are perfect…(But yet) …
Your only flaw is…loving me…(I) …
The womb of your beginning…
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Talk About Work
“BY THE SWEAT OF YOUR BLOW”
That says much concerning a …
Man and a Woman…
That gift which God gave to man…
That queen you lie down with…
Smile with…
Dance and eat with…
You, man…should also keep…
In mind the respect of…
Talk about working…
By the sweat of ones brow…
A relationship is more of a…
Working after hours…
And down the road…reaping what…
You’ve sewn…
What is a man without…
His queen…
What is a man without his dream…
What is a man…?
Talk about working…
A man respects a woman…
The whole of her…
Her very essences…
Should excite his very being…
That respect which came from…
His mother…
Carrying over to his wife…
Or wife to be…
Freedom is not freedom…
If there is no respect involved…
Within that relationship…
A burden is the term used…
In most cases concerning the relationship…
Which is probably used for the lack of…
For a relationship is not a burden…
But a wonderful experience…
At best…
And the beauty of it all…
Is your woman….
So be an oak tree…
Rooted with a willow tree in mind…
For bending binds…
As well as mends…
A sense of togetherness…
A union like that of the universe…
Consider the moon and sun…
What an order that is…
Which pleases the earth well…
As you can… also please your queen…
Playfulness, always on the menu…
A licking of the tongue…
In a jest manner…
Would ring a bell…
Dishes washed as part of…
Bring out the kid in you both…
Not really playing hop-scotch…
But you get my point…
Out right showing your love…
With that respect riding high…
Not knowing what is hen pecked…
Learning many ways which to fly…
Conversations lead to foreplay…
And the rest…is His-story…
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Touche
Wow! Your mate…
Your partner…
That queen whom you share…
With God…
You ever think…how she…
Is every woman…
Her dress and or style…
Has you see many…
Women in her…
As to relate too…
She is a little “Ruth”
She is a little “Esther”
She is a little…jazabel…
(lol…for your eyes only)
There is a little of “Diane“…
And a whole lot of “Mary”…
Then queen Claudia surface…
I need never be…lonely
Or want for anything…
For my queen is the woman of my dreams…
Whisperkwane
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A Direct Plant
My dear queen as I sit here…
Reminiscing my love for you…
I've come to realize my love…
Like the speed of light…
Something moving fast in the universe…
As your love moves forth with in my heart…
To the black hole which bounds it…
Forever more…
You are for always within me…
Touching, moving keeping me alive…
No wonder…my love for you is so rare…
And that, I shall declare! …
Now and for…ever more…my wings…
Carry our love through galaxies and
Galaxies of untouched hearts…
And…our humungous love plants…
Seeds which mature and new loves…
Begin.
Our love starts a new…
In a brave new world as we…
Spread your essence from within…
To the outer to be touching______directly.
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Woman, Woman, Woman
They say (midnight) is the wishing hour…
And God says" In that (night) is made distinct…
Every affair of wisdom"…*1
And that" The night of power or honor…
Is better than a thousand months"…*3
So, "Peace! That until the rise of morn"…4
To love, has many nights filled with…
Unexplainable wonders…
Good, bad or indifferent …
But in all…
One floats…ride the tide…Feel…
The air under thy feet…
What wonders…Loving can add…
Or take from a life…
O' how beautiful a love combination…
O' how strong each touch…
O' how each moment is a thousand months…
Woman is to be respected…
Shared, loved, adored and adorn, honored…
And by god! …obeyed…
You just can't beat having a woman around…
For a quick laugh or unknown frown…
The blessing, is the woman…
The wonderfulness, is the union…
Then comes the world…union by union…
God bless the female…
1.* Surah… 44-4
3.* Surah …97-3
4.* Surah …97-5
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Woman Reflect
Courage from the womb…
Camouflage by the outside world…
Fear…is that a destiny…?
Or is the past events so strong…
You are lead astray…?
Wake! Woman…you are…
The beginning of…whatever…
You are created to be RESPECTED…
And PROTECTED…
Not deflected nor neglected…
You are prime…keep that in mind…
"mercy, mercy me…
"woman can't you see"
You are the (HUM) in HUMMING BIRD…
Your vibrating voice is land mark…
You are created to rule…
And be smooth…
A rareness of rare…a super female…
Within and out, even when you pout…
Go to the mountain top and shout…
"I am woman, the best of the best"
I will pass the test…
And at my side you (man) will rest…
Be blessed…my guest………you pest…
With you… I am obsessed…
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I Wonder Woman
All… that we know as mates…
What…are we doing…as mates…
Knowing and doing…
A decision you must decide…
Has nothing to do with pride…
(Repetition) …could be good or bad…
(In the case of Abuse) …
Arguments and beatings over time…
Brings fear and a forced obedience…
In the case of love of self…
Arguments and beatings…
Brings separation and your freedom…
From that…no repetition needed…
Your queen hood succeeded…
Inner passion has much power…
You…are always the woman of the hour…
Your ability to be queen is…
Inevitable…for you are pregnant…
With such a crown…
No need for a beat down…You woman…
Are…Profound…
So remember that word, love…
And how near to a bed were you…
When, It was said…lol…
The good and the bad…
The…real ups and downs…
Your understanding…of…
(The grass is greener) …means much…
Woman…remember…God, gave you…
That touch…Use it…
Woman man, really is your student…
While being your lover…
Teach him, women unaware will thank you…smile…
Do your job, be queen, that is who you are…
And know, a man will respect that, no matter what…
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That Moment Of Truth
There is just something about you…
That makes me want to chew on you…
You're sweeter then honey…
That woman I dream of…
From out nowhere…
A dare, a flare…
My, reality…
My, Angel on this earth…
Knocking at my heart…
The best of nature…
Winking at me…(my heart is pounding) …
My mouth waters…
Come closer sweetness…
How wonderful, woman is…
From head to toe…
A beauty of beauties…
In my head…
Round and round she goes…
Where she stops…
Only she knows…
"Hey sweetheart! Wake up! "
Huh! ? ? drooling
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IT's True
Habibti queen of queens…
You were never created to be abused…
God said so in the beginning…
When kicking Beelzebub out of paradise…
Along with you and Adam…
Because Satan had abused…Adams…queen…
You…
By way of the seven sins…
First that action motivated by anger…
Satan's anger…wrath…man's toy…
Then that selfish desire for more then just one…
Greed…take heed…it's just a woman…
I am Satan…man says…("I am man") …
Then the laziness of being in paradise…
Sloth-task-tic…
Which filled him with pride and envy…
Sure abuse tools pass down to man…
Satan became a guttonologist…
That really made God pissed…
Satan teaching man how to abuse…
Women as to there liking… Lustfully …
But my Habibti you have complete control…
You have the gold…
You are WOMAN…and need not bow to any…
Of the seven sins…
Not of your liking…
You have the main last word…
You are still that forbidden fruit…
Today… as yesterday…just say no…
You word… is the word…it's true…
That kitty kyat belongs to… you…YOURSssssss
Habibti…Arabic
(حبيبتي)
Grammar: word; feminine;
When a person wishes to say 'my dear' or 'my beloved' to a woman,
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Supersonic Woman 21st Century
All knowing...
All showing...
All that she can be...
Woman of the 21st century...
Hunted by her past...A past that could not last...
She views...skyward...
Advanced from within...
Herself...
Queen in a 'Mans World'...
She is now woman...
Not a little girl...
But a woman to be...
Reckon with...
Taking no more sh-...
She rises...a queen comes in all...
Shapes and sizes...
Freedom...Wisdom...
Knocking and begging...
To get in...
Can't live her past again...
She whispers to her inner voice...
Thinking there is no choice...
Inners smile...
Saying complete...this journey...
Complete me...
Woman of the 21st...
Century...
marked past events...
And better because of it...
whisperkwane
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The King's Breakfast
The King's Breakfast
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now
Before she goes to bed."
The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."
The Alderney
Said sleepily:
"You'd better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead."
The Dairymaid
Said, "Fancy!"
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It's very
Thickly
Spread."
The Queen said
"Oh!:
And went to
His Majesty:
"Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?"
The King said,
"Bother!"
And then he said,
"Oh, deary me!"
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!"
The Queen said,
"There, there!"
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
"There, there!
I didn't really
Mean it;
Here's milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread."
The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
"Butter, eh?"
And bounced out of bed.
"Nobody," he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
"Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"
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It Was Only Coffee
Young lady you run... Through my mind... More then I would like... But you being there is... Like a summer breeze... I am tense and at ease... All in that one moment... I see your body before me... Under me... Over me... I would truly love to live... Within your garden-walls... It's not often that a woman... Is so close... And yet so far... Platonic can only travel so long... I realize you are the master... Of your soul... And to me you are like gold... Deep down...I really must work... To get...IT... I felt your fresh-nesssss... From that first day at the coffee... Shop... Your silhouette haunts me still... In a very good way... A way I can't speak of... But you know...you know... If only for one night... Your garden I would love... In delight... Live there for a time... awake to the song of birds... Rushing to fix your break-fast... Treating you like the queen... You are... That gift which God created for man... I fear you...and at the same time... I adore and admire you... Respect you...that is mandatory...God says so... So I let you run through my mind... Keeping my thoughts... Fairly...fair... Most times I am breath-lessss... As I see your magnificent... Shadow... My whole being is harden... But gracefully...mind you... We must have a clandestine rendezvous... Oh'...That is just the boy in me... Speaking out... Don't worry... I will reprimand myself... For that... Sleep my queen... Enjoy the dew upon your... Garden..which is often thought about... And if ever you decide to water it... Remember... I would love to be the rain... And yes I am smiling.... And you...
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No Theatrics
Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo….
My queen that sounds sooo coool…
It’s real you know…you being (queen)
That’s no dream…
God dedicated you the cream of the crop…
Chocolate swirl icing on top…
And inside…
Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Ghetto a Jewish section of town…
(America Modified) the term…
Now Ghet’toe
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Hence you’ve become my ghet’toe queen
Not my ghet’toe whore…that…
I ignore….
As I clearly hear you roar…
A Phyllis Wheatly score…
Intercede on my behalf to the (master)
I never shared my feelings of gratitude…
I let(Willie Lynch) stand between us…
As we do today…
Well I just want to say…
My sweet…
I am standing on my feet…
And I know your treat…
Was just that a… treat…
To save my meat…
For you could never give him(master)
What you had hidden away for me…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
What you lay on me…
Drives me to this very day…
And I apologize…
When ever abusing your thighs…
My theartics ended when I realized…
You are born to be queen…
My gift…
Now take me to school my God given queen…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo
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