I want to know what it’s like to be truly known by someone; to have their touch memorized and feel how their frame fits so perfectly into mine. I wish to look into their eyes and see myself reflected in them. I ache to collect pieces of them like a puzzle: their laugh, their smile, the ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...