Come Inside My YoniVerse:

The Anatomy of Spiritual Sexuality (Part I)

 Destiny was certain she would never meet a man fully capable of syncing with her rhythmic vibrations while on  the same frequency. However, she refused to give up the freedom to express her divine nature; oscillating within every second, of every minute, of every hour, and every day! And each day, Destiny ignored time, space, and boundaries to create streets, avenues, boulevards, and highways for which to invite men into her captivating Cosmic Palace. 

 The Cosmic Palace featured a spiral staircase which provided a circular gateway into each of it's 33 Verses. The main entrance was located on the first verse and most men referred to this luxurious room filled with red velvet ropes as the "Flaming Flower". Then there was the Orchestrated Sun on 16th Verse and rumored to be the hottest room in the palace, but not nearly as sweltering as the Elevator of Serpentine Fire. This elevator combined the rays of the sun and the velocity of rushing rapids with the intensity of volcanic lava ascending and descending the verses; while only providing access to and from the Vault (lowest verse) and the Loft (highest verse). 

Any passenger in possession of an ankh could travel from the Vault to the Loft and vice-versa, non-stop. Those without an ankh, encountered layovers and/or delays on various verses; and consequently, were only permitted to elevate (via the spiral staircase) if and when they were willing to acclimate, integrate, and disseminate the consciousness of each poetic experience. 

If a man felled to elevate, no matter what Verse he had reached, he was immediately required to descend to the first Verse and begin again. However, when fellure occurred, Destiny would increase her own vibration by systematically activating every chakra wheel within her being. The vibration created a vortex which gyrated with such inflated force and speed it created a high-pitched sound of ethereal frequencies. This divine energy stimulated a phallic erection thrusting the man into the Vault to be bathed in the yolk of Yoni and ensured an expedited elevation upon the man's subsequent journey of ascension. 

 You see, Destiny desired that every man experience the Symphony of exhilaration, liberation, and levitation composed  only within the Vault and Loft Verses. 

Occasionally, a man would develop a chakra imbalance, which resulted in their stagnation within Destiny's over-arcing chakra system. The malfunction is likened to, being on a merry-go-round which never stops; so, one is constantly repeating the same lyrics  within the imbalanced chakra phase.

Destiny's Chakra System is as follows (from top to bottom): 

  Loft       = Krystala (KaRaYaSaTaAhLa) Fountain or Crown / 7th Chakra
Verse 33  = Alter, Window ,Pineal Gland or 3rd Eye / 6th Chakra
Verse 32 = Trumpet, Wind  or Throat / 5th Chakra
Verse 24 = Harmony, Love or Heart / 4th Chakra
Verse 16 =  Orchestrated Sun or Solar Plexus / 3rd Chakra
Verse 8  =  Instrumental Flow  or Sacral / 2nd Chakra
Verse 1   =  Flaming Flower, Foundation, or Root / 1st Chakra
 Vault    =  Yoni, Cosmic Egg, Alpha-Omega 

To be continued.....

Iam exhausted, up late writing passionately; attempting to expel the frustration of melancholy.

The inclination to take a leap & explore or soar...

Up to the skies & ignite the burning desires to take flight...

On a plane which doesn't exist to a dimension I can't resist.

How my SOL longs to be touched by the ethereally divine & my thirst quenched by the healing waters of Aquarian sines.

But to my surprise, there is no relief to be found only space & time with diminished bass sound.

How can I continue to resonate on this frequency, without the presence of Love's sacred erotic intensity?

There must be a realm & a bush for me, for my roots have nearly rotted beneath the tree of mediocrity.

Though my WOMB is fertile, MIND & HEART set ablaze, gno cosmic orgasm to be attained in this maze.

So my travels continue, no finish-line for me; this journey called life, a marathon indeed... 

-CeleXy☯️ (07/08/2018)
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(Excerpt from the 2017 Winter Block Buster - Stepper Love: A Journey Into the World of Chicago Style Steppin)

Kiesha waved goodbye and proceeded on her way to Carlton’s condo. Upon her arrival, she entered the personal code he gave her and pulled right into the gated below-the-ground parking garage. She immediately observed Carlton waiting for her at the elevators. Fortunately for her, his condo came with two designated parking spots near the elevators, so she did not have to search for one.

This was Kiesha’s second time at Carlton’s condo. The first time was New Year’s Eve weekend. It was also the very first time they made love. And, it was the first time Kiesha honestly felt appreciated, desired, and worthy. You might say, it was a  night of firsts on the first of the year.

The couple celebrated New Year's Eve with the KY steppin posse at the same club in which they held classes. It was a lovely venue, and Kiesha was introduced to the owner and his wife. But, all she really wanted, was to lay up in Carlton's arms. So, when he whispered in her ear at the stroke of midnight (right before the kiss),  “Let’s blow this joint!” Kiesha lit up like a Christmas tree. Carlton managed to maneuver his tongue through those beautiful teeth and retrieve his New Year kiss, then snatched up their coats and cut out!

Once back in the condo, Kiesha seductively disrobed as she continued up the spiral case stairway. Carlton immediately grabbed the remote to cue up some love-making music and began removing his clothes as well. He met Kiesha at the top of the stairs, where she was waiting for him, butt-ass naked.

“Damn! You are a Goddess!” Carlton proclaimed, as he dropped to his knees and crawled up to her. He began kissing her perfectly manicured toes and feet and worked his way up her legs until he reached the zone of no return. There he found the place he longed to be and allowed his warm breath to saturate Kiesha’s garden until the flower petals receded, the bud pulsated, and the dew dripped. That’s when Carlton sucked her sheness as though attempting to express honey to feed the entire country. Kiesha could no longer maintain her balance and allowed herself to give in to the hurricane taking place between her legs. Carlton pulled her down to the floor with the assistance of her already weakened knees. From there, he moved up to her soft and sexy stomach, pausing to nibble on her navel just before taking the flight to her perky breast and firm nipples. He licked on and around each nipple until Kiesha moaned in anticipation. She could feel his pulsating manhood against the lips of her vagina and with her other lips she whispered, "Let's go slow walkin, C."

Without hesitation, Carlton reached down and slowly guided his Benz into her Mercedes. Kiesha cried out, Oh, my God!” As she experienced the same chemical reaction, she felt the first time they danced. Just then Carlton whispered in her ear, " Baby I am so sorry I withheld this from you that weekend. I didn’t…”

"Shhhhh," Kiesha cut him off . “We are here now, Baby. Slow walk with me”. And upon request Carlton slowly finessed each successive stroke, building up to a crescendo, ensuring he hit the rafters every time. And every time, Kiesha cried. Literally, she cried as she whispered, “It hurts so good." And with that acknowledgment, the two of them reached a symphonic orgasm. Their bodies simultaneously electrified producing melodic breaths of satisfied exhaustion.

Anybody got a towel. Kiesha ain’t the only one pleasingly exhausted!

As if reading her mind, Carlton asked, “Would you like to shower with me?” Kiesha's eyes gave the response, and they disappeared into the elevator. 

From that point forward, Carlton continued to do any and everything for Kiesha. He would even book flights to various destinations to accompany her on extended layovers. Kiesha was in love. Was Carlton the one?

Well, he was. But someone forgot to clue her in!

It was the weekend before the annual Thanksgiving Ball in L-town and Kiesha had an unexpected extended layover in Atlanta. Carlton was unable to meet her there due to preparation for the steppin set. She understood. Her vajayjay did not.

Kiesha had been on a continuous itinerary since Labor Day, which was also the last time she saw Carlton. As she lay in her beautiful room at the Four Seasons Luxury Hotel in the heart of midtown Atlanta, all she could think about was Carlton making love to her. “You may as well stop reminiscing because he’s not coming,” she thought to herself. She even failed to bring her terminator. “What in the hell am I supposed to do? I have not been held by my man in two months. Sometimes, I hate this job. Fuckin’ with my love life. Got-Damn!” she yelled out loud.

Just then, Kiesha heard her cell phone vibrating. It was none other than…

“Hey Kiesha Baby, I was just thinking about you. Where you at this weekend? Dimples asked. I am back in the ATL until after Christmas”.

Awh shit, this crazy girl is about to throw away a good thing. Don’t do it Kiesha! Don’t do it! She ain’t gonna listen. Can she hear me?

The front desk rang Kiesha’s room to advise her of a guest waiting in the lobby and requested permission to escort him up to her room. "Yes, please and thank you."

Kiesha opened the door to find Dimples standing there all fine, sexy, and smelling as good as he looked. Dimples grabbed Kiesha around her waist and kissed her on the neck. “So, I guess you want something from me huh?” Dimples said, acknowledging Kiesha's sexy lingerie. She merely smiled, leaned forward and closed the door, then she grabbed Dimples by the hand and guided him toward the bed.

“Damn Girl. Can a brother take off his clothes first? Dimples laughed, as he climbed into bed with Kiesha, over and over again. And, every night until she flew back to the O.

So, I guess she just couldn’t call Kandi Burrus up and have her

deliver that tube of Kandi Kisses lipstick, huh?

“Baby, I know. I miss you too. I am just so exhausted from this last leg and extended layover. And anyway, I would not be much fun this weekend, I am just not in a steppin party mood. Really, I would much rather go to sleep in my own bed and walk around in my own space. Maybe you can come to the O when the weekend set is over.” Kiesha said, secretly hoping he would not. She was totally sexed out and had nothing left to give her beloved Carlton.

"Awh Kiesha, I'm tryin' to understand. But Baby look, it's been two months, and I know my  Shit is screaming for me. Tell me I’m wrong.” Carlton pleaded.

“Yes, Dearest. Yo Shit has been screaming AND creaming for you. But you will have to come and get it. I am too tired to make the drive or fight for a flight at this late date.” Kiesha responded.

“Alright, Alright, check this out. I’m gonna skip the day set and leave first thing Sunday morning. Baby, I have got to have my Shit back. I feel like a Sucka on Crack about to have a heart attack! You feel me? Carlton said.

“I feel you, Baby. So, I’ll see you this Sunday afternoon then?” Kiesha replied with a giggle.

“Awh, hell new Baby. You will see me for Breffus!’’ Carlton laughed, with every degree of seriousness. “I love you Goddess. Be sweet until you get this heat. Got me talkin all crazy and shit. Wait until I get there. I got somethin for ya azz!”

“You are so crazy C. I love you too. I’ll have your Breffus ready, just let yourself in and come on upstairs when you get here. See you soon”. Kiesha said as she hung up the phone.

So, you just gone be nasty Huh? You could at least wait a whole week. Damn!

Kiesha managed to maintain a relationship with both Carlton and Dimples, and neither of them knew about the other. However, she could tell that Carlton was getting serious and she was afraid he was headed toward the M word. As much as she wanted to be married, she thought, to Carlton; Dimples had given her cause for pause. She really needed to come clean because Carlton was nothing less than a gentleman to her. Well, except when he was deprived of his Shit, then he was more of a rogue beast!

It was Wednesday, Valentine’s Day and though she expected to spend the entire week with Carlton, he was not able to come due to a crisis at work. So, instead, he sent her two-dozen red roses and a beautiful diamond necklace. “I can live with this.” Kiesha thought upon opening her packages. She immediately put the chain on, staged the flowers and took a selfie-video in one of the many Teddy's Carlton bought her. After pressing send, her phone rang. 

“Guess who’s coming back in town?”

“Dimples!” Kiesha screamed.

“Yes, Baby! Open the door!” Dimples said while standing on her front porch.

Two days later, Dimples and Kiesha were still lying around the house in their robes enjoying the cold weather, but inside. When the doorbell rang, Kiesha assumed it was yet another V-day gift from Carlton. She eagerly ran to the foyer and opened the front door, only to discover Carlton standing there with a tiny black box in his hand. “Who’s Porsche, Kiesha?”

I knew it. You just fucked up Girl. I thought you wanted to be married?

Just Stupid and Nasty!

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 Until Next Time!!!

- CeleXy

Eye That Follows Me: The Stone City Stalkers

Excerpt from the upcoming novelette...

Under U.S. law, trafficking in persons is defined as “sex trafficking in which a commercial sex act is induced by force, fraud, or coercion, or in which the person induced to perform such act has not attained 18 years of age;” or “the recruitment, harboring, transportation, provision, or obtaining of a person for labor or services, through the use of force, fraud, or coercion for the purpose of subjection to involuntary servitude, peonage, debt bondage, or slavery."

Human trafficking can be a transnational process where victims are recruited abroad and transported across borders into another country where they are exploited for labor and/or sex.

However, human trafficking can also be a domestic phenomenon, where little or no transportation is required.

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Introduction: Bar-B-Que and Girls

Similar to the bats who are suffering from urbanization and deforestation in the Brazilian Amazon; so too are the poverty-stricken and displaced humans of Stone City, Oklahoma.

This population of residents (now and henceforth referred to as PSD's), who formerly resided in abandoned buildings, weather-beaten shelter's, and crumbling bridges along the Stone City Canal, no longer had anywhere to go. Nor, did they have a viable solution to their dilemma. That is until they discovered that there were at least two ways to repay society for its perceived mistreatment and earn some much-needed cash in the process.

Eye That Follows Me explores the terrorizing experiences of Kaleen McKenzie during the Summer of 2017. Kaleen was a single young woman who had recently relocated to Stone City for a new job opportunity.

Kaleen had suffered great familial losses and celebrated a streak of failed relationships. Although she excelled in her career as a Registered Nurse, nothing else seem to add up and land in her favor. She developed a knack for relocating following her losses and 2017 would be no different. Upon recovering from bodily injury, Kaleen sold her things, packed her bags and headed South. She sincerely hoped a travel assignment would be the beginning of an exciting and new journey.

Within a month of residing and working within the culturally diverse town of Stone City, Kaleen quickly realized that not only was she perceived as a threat to the former inhabitants of the Canal area, but she had also become their prey.

Keep your finger on the trigger and grow eyes in the back of your head because the Stone City Stalkers would rather have you gone or dead!

“If you want good Bar-b-Que, go to Kansas City.

If you want young girls, go to Stone City, OK!”

Said Any Truck Driver, U.S.A.

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From the Author...

 I came into this existence on June 24^th, 1967!

If there had been a video camera present on that day, it would have witnessed me avoiding my entrance thru intentional delay. Because on that day, I was busy writing my "To Do" list in the womb of my gestation. Yes! I came into this world with an AGENDA, & an active imagination. You see I was already full of passion & desire "residual traits" from Mom & Dads loving fire. Which resulted in my creativity & fanciful dreams. A mind full of ideas & pleasure-full schemes. My heart & soul were ignited & on fire for Truth & Wisdom & the aim for higher...

A burning yet glorious gain; for it is in this light of life that I earned my name. CeleXy, the Heavenly Conscious BEing IAM. The ever knowing, ever present, ever climbing to fame. Not for riches, nor accolades, nor fictitious promenades. I write to sooth the souls from millions of decades...

I write to release the thoughts that penetrate my heart, that magnify my soul & that personify my existence. I write to relieve myself of the pressure & stressors of a world filled with hate & resistance. I write to elevate, to illuminate & to masturbate the Consciousness of Mind. I write because in this space there is no element of time, or opportunity to rewind. So, I write on the present & I write on tomorrow; knowing my pen alleviates the pain & the sorrow.

I write, for it defines my purpose & my right to write!

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