art, short story

My Funny Valentine

Be Mine..LOTUSseed Valentines

My Funny Valentine

I love you more today, than I did on yesterday..

and tomorrow I will love you more than I do on today.

I cherish and adore you and welcome you completely and always into my life.

You’re my Funny Valentine

Your smile is as pure as an Indian Waterfall

Your touch is as tender as a baby’s first kiss.

Your voice is sweet like honey and molasses…

Your eyes are like Crystal ..your feet are like diamonds and your hair is like pure rain water

If I had hair of orange blossoms and kisses of Gold..and if by chance I carried the world all in my arms…I would give it all to you..because you are more precious than all combined.

I love you deeper than the Nile river..Deeper than all oceans put together…

My love is everlasting…my love floats on every Swallow’s song.

My love tastes like peaches and strawberries…my love blows and cools like a summer breeze, it comforts like a mother’s hug.

You’re my funny Valentine

You make me laugh when your words tickle the nape of neck

I smile at every morning when the sun whispers your name and at every hour the clock ticks…your heartbeat.

Hey..Hey LOVE….Hey Raspberry…Hey, Honey Dew, Hey, Sweet Brown Sugar..Hey Baby..Hey Boo?

Don’t change. NEVER CHANGE! Stay as you are! Stay as sweet and tender as you are! Stay as BLACK as you are! Stay as STRONG as you are..

“Don’t change your hair for me..not if you care for me..stay, stay..FUNNY Valentine stay….Every day is Valentine’s Day.”

motivation, short story

The Soldier and The Monk (Fable)

A Monk is seated quietly, at the Golden Gates of Heaven.

A soldier who just lost her life in battle greets him at the gates.  “Hello. Monk. Is this where I enter to get into heaven?” The monk gently smiles and asks..”Is it?”  The soldier confused said “That’s what I just asked you?  Is this the gate to Heaven? am I on the right path?” The monk smiled again and asked, “Which path did you come from?”  The soldier turned behind her, and there were thousands of roads and paths.  “Which one did you come from?” asked the Monk.  The soldier scratched her forehead and replied..”I don’t know.  I didn’t know that I had traveled that many roads. What should I do? Should I go back?” he asked the monk.   The Monk asked her..”Soldier if you do, which road would he take?”  Frustrated the soldier dropped all she carried and began to cry.  The monk continued to smile and sit quietly before her.  The soldier again turned behind her and looked at the many places from which she traveled.  He soon grew tired and weary and decided to sit.  She sat and sat. For days, weeks, and years..The Soldier sat. The Monk sat. Until one day, a Grocery Clerk walked up. He smiled and said “Hello” to the Monk and the Soldier and proceeded to walk into the Golden Gates of Heaven.

The Soldier swiftly rose to her feet, and asked the Monk, in bewilderment, “Why did he do that? How did he do that?”  The Monk smiled; ” Soldier, there are many paths behind you, but only one in front. Why would you question which way to go?  The Soldier shrugged her shoulders and laughed.  She gathered her things and walked right into the Golden Gates of Heaven.

“Never get too occupied with the past that you can not see the future”.

short story, Uncategorized

The Dress

Adult Humor

I wore the most beautiful dress today.

“Simply stunning” I was told.

Pale pink, knee length, halter. Tight lace bodice, with tiny roseate flowers peering through; snug enough to showcase the shiny hills of my caramel breast. Fluffy lace and chiffon ruffles flowed down my thighs with heavy ivory mesh underneath. Simple matching pink pumps; so not to overshadow the beauty of the dress.

I twirled in delight, in the floor length mirror hung from the back of my bedroom door. Left side view (perfect). Right side view (perfect). But, when I turned to view the rear, “Hmmm.” not so pleasing. “Damn it! My butt looks too big.”.

So, I went to the closet, pulled out the leather hat box. Placed it on the bed, and rummaged for my treasures.
“Got ’em”.

I swiftly kicked the pumps off, reached my arms around the ruffles to hike the skirt; In went my right foot, now leg, a wist and pull up my thigh… Plop and fall of the dress.. item.

Once Again, I hiked up my skirt and pulled it over my head. I felt along the bed with my left hand, “Got it.” A clack in the air; (just for fun) and around my waist.. I tied. I wrapped, bonded and buckled. ” Whew..a bit constricting… but it’ll work”.

I gathered the final gems, and with a tiny gold safety pin, I flung my left arm around and underneath my armpit, I operated.
“Whew”…inhale, exhale.. “Done”.

Giddy..I returned to the mirror… Left side view (perfect)…..Right side view (perfect)… Rear….(no need) I raised up my skirt to admire my treasures and handy-work …. a lingering “Ni-ce” slithered from my lips.

Kissing my right thigh, compactly kept with black garter; was my Uncle’s army blade.. (a gift from my Twentieth birthday)
Blessing my waist was my favorite black leather whip; handle tucked deep in my thong.
Pinned in the back of my bodice, just below my right shoulder blade; hidden in china-red satin, was 3 glimmering razor blades.

I twinkled into my shoes, and danced a little jig…. “Someone better not dare say a thing about my butt!… I wish a muthafucka…would.” (smile)