P.S.S.I.T.A
For all the lovers of the leaf. This poem takes you on journey of a Brotha enjoying a cigar in the evening. With a touch of sensuality, I dare you to find another piece that describes a cigar in this way. Handsomely wrapped 16x20 canvas makes this piece great for cigar bars/lounges, at home, or in the office this piece will for sure be conversation starter.
(PSSITA)
Last night I stayed up with you
your cocoa brown skin
luminous under the stars
the softest of oil sheen upon you
you took me by the hand,
asked me to hold you there
You warmed your feet by the fire
I leaned in to place
my lips upon your head
that’s when you spoke to me
I drew in your fragrance
dark chocolate, vanilla and
dried fruit
By the time I reached your center
you opened up fully
I sensed the sweetness
of molasses, apricot and
a hint of fig, your filler
brought me the Dominican air
With every taste of you it was as if
you were wrapped in the richness
that is a Cameroonian rain forest
I held you until your ash fell, and
the light of your eyes drew dim
Thus we said goodbye
that is until we meet again
I shall never forget this night, and how we
Put Some Smoke In The Air
For all the lovers of the leaf. This poem takes you on journey of a Brotha enjoying a cigar in the evening. With a touch of sensuality, I dare you to find another piece that describes a cigar in this way. Handsomely wrapped 16x20 canvas makes this piece great for cigar bars/lounges, at home, or in the office this piece will for sure be conversation starter.
(PSSITA)
Last night I stayed up with you
your cocoa brown skin
luminous under the stars
the softest of oil sheen upon you
you took me by the hand,
asked me to hold you there
You warmed your feet by the fire
I leaned in to place
my lips upon your head
that’s when you spoke to me
I drew in your fragrance
dark chocolate, vanilla and
dried fruit
By the time I reached your center
you opened up fully
I sensed the sweetness
of molasses, apricot and
a hint of fig, your filler
brought me the Dominican air
With every taste of you it was as if
you were wrapped in the richness
that is a Cameroonian rain forest
I held you until your ash fell, and
the light of your eyes drew dim
Thus we said goodbye
that is until we meet again
I shall never forget this night, and how we
Put Some Smoke In The Air
For all the lovers of the leaf. This poem takes you on journey of a Brotha enjoying a cigar in the evening. With a touch of sensuality, I dare you to find another piece that describes a cigar in this way. Handsomely wrapped 16x20 canvas makes this piece great for cigar bars/lounges, at home, or in the office this piece will for sure be conversation starter.
(PSSITA)
Last night I stayed up with you
your cocoa brown skin
luminous under the stars
the softest of oil sheen upon you
you took me by the hand,
asked me to hold you there
You warmed your feet by the fire
I leaned in to place
my lips upon your head
that’s when you spoke to me
I drew in your fragrance
dark chocolate, vanilla and
dried fruit
By the time I reached your center
you opened up fully
I sensed the sweetness
of molasses, apricot and
a hint of fig, your filler
brought me the Dominican air
With every taste of you it was as if
you were wrapped in the richness
that is a Cameroonian rain forest
I held you until your ash fell, and
the light of your eyes drew dim
Thus we said goodbye
that is until we meet again
I shall never forget this night, and how we
Put Some Smoke In The Air