Every day, he’s a soldier, combatant, fighter...
Doing what he must to survive
But to me, he’s a mighty king, friend, lover (the best)

He reigns over my heart with gentleness 
And I want wholeheartedly to help him thrive
He’s my motivator
My coach
My cover

The shy, quiet type or so he seems
He moves me more than any other man can contrive
He’s my driver
My fuel
My soul soother

I love his kisses more than gold, let the story be told
Unapologetically Black and oh so beautiful (to me)
He’s my gentle warrior king 

After each troublesome day,
I yearn to be his solace, his queen