http://slow.writerscafe.org/QueenOfAfrica The original writings of author Kat Leila en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022652 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The medicine man listened as I talked,about happiness, and troubles.I talked of loosing faith and finding it.He listened and threaded beads onto a long rope.I bared him the scars on my skin.he listen to how each was formed.As he touched them, electricity shot through my skin.Fingers war, and rough t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1750781/ Erotic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1750772/ We wait for,better days,test results,red lights to turn green,plants to bloom,to get older,for miracle creams to make us look younger,  for our children to grow up,to know better,to heal,for pots to boil,for more time,for time to pass quickly,for special occasions,for long nights to end,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1665476/ *sigh*I can barely feel mine beating.I lay and wonder if I'm alive.I wait for feeling to return to me,but the ache becomes more dull,hardly the wrenching stabbing pain I expected to feel.I wait to awaken, yet wish to continue to sleep. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, at the eerie shado.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1665473/ In a moment of peace we realize the magnitude of the storm we are in.Temptation has disguised herself as friendly faces, that lead us into sin.Money and popularity breeze through the air, almost tasting like freedom.In the calm of the storm, he reaches to me and kindly I am reminded:My load is kindl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1665472/ You drift through my mind,an endless montage of moments bothreal and true,moments also that I imagine.I build on you.Immortalised by infatuation. I build on you.You are a mighty mountain, my saviour,redemption. I build on you so endlessly, so high you stand, I cannot reach you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1665471/ I long for the moment when moments come easily.Where coffee isn't a peace offering in the morning, for good sex enjoyed too fast. Moments when whispers aren't about the plumpness of my breast, and the softness of my things, where whispers have meaning and are rooted in love.These momen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1446977/ What was it?The meeting ofour flesh.Was it simplystolen moments,seconds ofendless passion. What do youcall:bite marks inflesh,scratch marks onhis back,smeared redlipstick on my lips. Is there a namefor this?Lacey panties ont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1434956/ I think I started loving you alife time ago,in another life perhaps.I think I started loving you,before I knew of you.I felt the calling of your lovethrough the ages.I had to wait for you, you see.I had to wait for you because I knewyou would come,like a gentle ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1430399/ I hate it when you decide not to think about someone anymore, and then you dream about them all night and about how they love someone else. You wake up heartbroken and angry at your own imagination for not at least making them love you in your dream but more determined than ever before not to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1430385/ Write her a song that makes herfeel something. She wants to feel loved, and to feelloved.She wants to feel adoration foryou.She wants to feel safe,She wants to feel strong.Most of all, of all things;She wants to feel that she isthe most beautiful woman in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1430383/ My lover; I let you free. Free to love and be loved as you need. Free to be discovered and be love by the heart that is ment for you. I loved you once, but that was a long while ago. And now all I see is my friend. The shoulder I can cry on, the one who on my life I could depend. But I no longer se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1428711/ It occurs to me as I lay here with you,that my hands seem to fit yours,my lips too seem to fit the puzzle of yours.It dawns on me as we lay together,tangled in these sheets enjoying the suns early rays;that even  thoughwe don’t say it aloud,even though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1427080/ The Moon The moon he knows my secrets,he knows how I can’t sleep atnight.He is there as I lay plagued byfear, alone and scared,praying for mornings kind light.The moon he knows my secrets, butthey are his to keep,I whisper them to him gently as ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1427077/ TemptationStoodOfall the things I could not resist,StoodtemptationAmongstthe idle thoughts,Thecould be and what if’s Stoodtemptation Crowdingout the good boys,ina leather jackets and dark as night shadesStoodtemptation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1427074/ It feels tingly all over,And sticky sweet.My body is sore and wet.It tastes salty and silky smooth.I shudder, and shake.I lick you off my fingers,I still like the way you taste.Its good, real good.I beg and pleade for you not to stop.Heaf tilted back, lips parted, panting.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426615/ There is a strange thing about becoming your own person. And I’m only starting to appreciate this now. I mean forever before I lived for others. I lived for my parents filling a role that they felt I should. I did the whole perfect daughter... bit. I did my best. Being adopted made that harder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426582/ There is a million little pieces of my soul, and each is desperate to get away. There is a million little pieces of my soul and I work hard to make each stay. For what is a life without a breath? And a dream without a net To capture it and make it stays To carry it along your way. For like a mirror .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426581/ He was like: Baby let's talk about forever I was all like: I wish we could, but it would never... Happen to you and me, He was like: let us be what we ought to be. I looked at him and said: Without you I feel dead, your like kryponite that drifts through my veins, I was in control before but y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426580/ broken glass broken trash like a child Dj play that music pill end the pain, take away the shakes. music pump awakens every nerve push that stale blood through these tied veins watch my children sleep through windows now through bars but they&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426579/ I was sitting at my desk with my heart in my hands.By my heart I mean my phone, within it the name of the man I love,within it no messages from him..no calls.I sat at my desk with a black pen and white paper, and prayed in the only way I know how: with written words, smeared with silent fear and c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426574/ For the lack of anything better to do, I cradle my pillow and think of you. Past the waves of the ocean, and the churn of the sea my thoughts take motion. Dusty roads, and empty shops, Thoughts echo like the slap of flip flops. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426489/ When children laugh When children laugh, Weary hearts jump. Sad mouths smile, and ... Clouds become a little fluffier. When children laugh, Bird song becomes clearer, The air is filtered from hateful sounds.  When children laugh, Old men behind the wrinkled faces become boys yet again. Wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426488/ *A Prayer I Whisper As You Sleep* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426487/ *A memoir of me* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426485/ *A Memoir Of A Month* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426483/ Tell me I'm a good person, because I've forgotten if I am. Tell me if I'm horrible and bad, so I can change and be all that I can.  People have a hard time seeing below this skin. I'm more than this body that I'm in, more than meets the eye. Far more than what you have been told by that guy.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426480/ I've come to a conclusion: Love can either be everything, or absolutely nothing.  We may have been dealt a cruel hand, and are doomed to the miserable existence of looking our whole lives, living in constant search for the impossible. We know how it should feel, its been recorded and writt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426479/ *A Broken Hearted Plea* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426474/ *A Simple Musing* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426444/  I remember looking at myself in the mirror, the sun from the open windowlingering on the creamy brown of my skin, casting shadows on the curves andhollows of my body. I remember smiling and thinking that this must be a sin, tolook upon your own naked body with a lustful eye. Then I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426441/ Peace come easy drift through my soul, find a resting place in my shattered heart. Peace come easy, from me never part   Love come swiftly, Show me that your real. Remind me that this lonely girl your gentleness can feel.  Strength come abundantly, fill me up with power. Lest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QueenOfAfrica/1426435/