Keep Talking

​"May I call you?"
Yes, Rasta Lion.
"Hello, Empress?"
Hello!
"You are my woman. We must talk every day."
Ohhh... but I cannot speak very well. I have been sick.
"No worries. I will teach you."
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He was absolutely lovely, sharing little things about his day, his family, his work.
He brought the Jamaican music industry and Jamaican culture to life for me.
I learned to express myself as an artist: strong, sympathetic, and even silly at times... brutally honest.
 
He was incredibly spiritual. Chills would quake through my body when he spoke of JAH... Rastafari... with the resonance of our ancient Redwoods echoing in his voice. His departing "Bless" would reverberate through my ears and penetrate deep into my soul.
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...and sexy. Good God he was sexy.
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"You are turned on. Tell me how I make you feel, babe. I want to hear it."

"Your voice, Empress... it sounds good."
Really?
"Yes, babe... keep talking." ​