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Before yesterdayHoney Reigns


2 February 2019 at 21:40
Slipping excerpt- Instagram Post

It was not hard to slip away.

He didn’t have too many idle moments

I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to hear his voice.

Maybe I would be lucky and get inspired again.

He had a gift of pulling out the best in me, unfortunately that was not the only thing he pulled out.

He understood me too well. He spoke the same language as my darker inner self, but also my lighter self.

I go to the back room to steal a few moments.

I answer the call…

His voice is deeper, less confined.

I find out that alcohol is joining the conversation tonight.

Good, maybe it will keep him open.

We speak casually. The ease of the subjects are enjoyable.

We slip in the realm of desire.

Still light in nature.

His voice drops to a new level.

It effects me.

My breathing changes.

Tones and air mixed into our laughter.

I am throbbing at this point

Both physically and intellectually

There is a feeling there unidentifiable

He pauses.

His silence isn’t unexpected

But this one was laced with (as he would say) courage.

He tells me to put my hands in my panties

He wants me to play with myself like he would.

I don’t know how something could be unexpected and exactly what you’re looking for at the same time.

Our joint liquor has me more receptive.

Or maybe less apprehensive.

I got a house full of people

But i let him talk me into cumming

Over and over again

I replay each piece he has given me

And I live in the ones inspired by my body

My mind explodes in its own orgasms

And I wish he was inside of me forreal

It doesn’t make sense

Creativity makes it more intense

And I no longer recognize my fingers as my own.

I can do more then imagine how he feels

I have heard so many details of his fantasies

Feels like we have known each other before

I don’t want to stop

But we are running out of starlight

And I am sure that each time I am getting louder

Reluctantly we try to separate our auras

But they don’t completely attach.

Things won’t be able to go back to the way they were.

As we sit somewhere in this in between place

He tells me strongly that he loves me

Is that what that feeling was?

Seems like love would only show up with good timing.

I let it swirl around me with the other feelings

like smoke.

I can’t answer him now

Not feeling like this

I can’t lay here in these puddles surrounded by poetry and tell this man something that wouldn’t be influence by the fact

That I want him to fuck me so bad

And I want it exactly the way he always said that he would.



Prayer for Hurricane SeasonΒ 

8 September 2017 at 20:17


Et Cetera

7 August 2017 at 21:11


Black Roses

31 January 2017 at 20:48

β€œBlack Rose” photographed by H. Reigns

You can spend every moment of everyday

Worrying your life away.

Wanting something you can’t have

Living in a kingdom of lack.


Β -Bereft, deficient, inadequate…

Interlaced in the asseveration of your loverΒ 

Like Soft cobwebs caught on fingertips.Β 

Deception like black roses.

The intention is to be a thing of beauty

But in actuality they mean death.Β 

A bouquet symbolizing the end of this

How serene the time was,Β 

that’s no longer significantΒ 

What was the significance?

Never before have I’ve ever licked amour so delicate.Β 

Never again will my heart let me be so intimate.Β 

How could this be what my soul remembers?

If I was abandoned

Left to decay in the shade until the words faded,

Like the β€œsorries” you buried me with?

Branded on my rock,Β 

As if they said ” in remembrance.”

My body isn’t anybody,

Honey is now irrelevant.Β 

Decades will go by

And I will look like my sister.

But I wouldn’t have lived like my sister.

Hide the fucking flowers

They drip poison.Β 

Your flower is dead

And you don’t even know that you miss her.


Do you love me?

24 January 2017 at 23:00
β€œDespite it all” photographed by H. Reigns

She said yes.

She looked you earnestly into your eyesΒ 

And relented.

She gave into the pressure that was applied.

She struggled at first,Β 

But then,Β 

Like a virgin, she broke way

Feeling less and less of the pain of the breaking.

Against all odds

She chose to love you.

Even though it was not what was best for her.

She did it in spite of herself.

But that feeling,

It wasn’t what you thought it would be.

It was not attraction or coercion.

No money, no dick, no charm is as good as its perceived.

Not good enough for that woman to concede.

You see,

A blanket holds you next to that woman’s heart.

That proximity makes each individual piece that sets her freeΒ 

seem smaller to her.

She will begin to become more familiar with your senses.

Anticipating the needs of her man

Slowly and intentionally loosing herself.

But she loves fiercely and accepts the Premeditation.

Not because you talk to her good

Or because you fuck her good

(That is important tho…)


It’s because

You support her, you protect her, & you cherish her

She said yes,Β 

not because you were better the any other man in her past.

But since you have appeared,

She is too blinded to even compare.

She barely remembers what she had there.

So when you held her face and asked her about her love

In her mind she asked herself

” Are you ready to fly and drown at the same time?”

There was no hesitation…



9 January 2017 at 21:15
Porsha Truesdale in β€œwaiting & wanting” photographed by H. Reigns



I wonder what it feels like to be you,

To experience the level of pain that have had to endure.

To live the life that you lived.

To have the daughters that you did.

To see the mistakes that we have made,

Despite any warnings that you had tried to give.

To watch us throw away our favor,

For the love of love and sex.

To watch a man take over our bodies.

An urban exorcism.

We are phantoms ofΒ 

The little girls that you birthed.

Tell me,

What does it do to your heart

When you hear how we valued ourselves

Based on the appeal

Of what is between our legs?

How did your heart survive

To see us weighted down?

Carrying the seeds of someone

Who would never consider us as family?

How did you soul recover

Watching someone that you created out of nothing,

Return to the dust from whence we all came?

How can your faith remain unbothered,

As you watched the child who remained

Destroy herself through grief’s good friends?

Sometimes I wonder

What it is like to be you.

So that I could truly understand what I have

Before I don’t have it anymore.

Before your answers to my questions

Are just figments of the past.

Before I am mature enough to realize

That my future is your past.

That my mistakes are your mirrored past.

That I hurt you, by living my life.

That I hurt you by being the same.

That you are fearfulΒ 

That my destiny will be unchanged.

Buried in a hole

But still alive

My own daughters wondering

How is it that i have survived.


I don’t want us to be this way.


That Wine Tho…

4 January 2017 at 21:32
Maiya Thomas in β€œhell yes” edited by H. Reigns

That wine tho…

Feels as if as it goes down my throat

Right to the center

Of that pitΒ 

That every woman has

That small seed Β 

That lies

Right beneath her belly button

That tinglesΒ 

When it comes alive

That one placeΒ 

That tells her your intentionsΒ 

Small besosΒ 

Mean you love her

But if you lick…

That flick drives us wild inside

That wine tho…

Goes straight to that center

And stirs up erotic intoxication

And moral asphyxiationΒ 

Warm honey everywhereΒ 

For your appropriation

We drink each other’s eyes

As you go down

Follow the path of the lines

Of my hips

The bottle of your colleague in the background

We look like a painting

But it feels like a carouselΒ 

I’m getting dizzyΒ 

From you two

That wine tho…

Becomes my polar oppositeΒ 

As it goes down

I build up

But like that wine tho…

I’m good to the last drop


In My MindΒ 

1 January 2017 at 20:16
Tomora Parker in β€œBlack Phoenix” photographed by H. Reigns

All of the energyΒ 

That I store inside,

Springs forth from my imagination,

Drips down,Β 

Hitching a ride with my tears,

Swirls around my lips first,

And then,

Leaps into your mind when I kiss you.

It becomes a manifestationΒ 

Of those original thoughts

That dwell,

When I miss you.

Temptation makes it worse.

It becomes too hard to let go.

And I’ll want to please you.

Catching my vibe,

You roll when I roll.

Diligently eager, I seize you.

The foretaste of New frontiersΒ 

Has me hype.

Your next climaxΒ 

Is in my sight.

When we make love

We create life.

New people designed

With you and I

In mind…


Flats and Heels

30 December 2016 at 16:35
Kelli Mack in β€œkeep going” photographed by H. Reigns


I want to be able to walk with my head held high.


I want to be able to sleep at night.


I want to be loved.

I want to feel loved.

But first, I must be love

And give love.

One cannot be so abrasive and negative,

If you want softness and positivity.

Don’t think that a man is going to feed off of your memories.Β 

He is not going to remember

That how your mind works is amazing,

Or that your peach is sweeter then any others.

He won’t remember that you could soothe himΒ 

Away from his childhoodΒ 

And away from his mother.

Their love is short term.

But yours was meant to be everlasting.

You birth the future,

Because your passion is surpassing.

And everything about you is beautiful,

And the woman next to you is beautiful,

And instead of competing,

Be complementary.Β 

Be soft and free together.

Sometimes we were flats.

Sometimes we wear heels.

It just depends on our weather.

The mystery of our magic will endure

As long as we weather this together.



27 December 2016 at 22:11
Gianni Turner in ” what’s right, what’s wrong, & what’s you” photographed by H.Reigns

There must be a better way…

To find acceptance in love is fleeting.

To find acceptance in sex is misleading.

But still,

We spread our legs and spread ourselves thin.

Just to experience the richness and fullness of being together,

But note that just because you are being filled,

doesn’t mean that you are fulfilled within.

Just because the two bodies come together again,

Does not mean that you are one.

There’s got to be a better way to prove our love.

Open gateways signal the point of no return.

Caution signs look like yellow sun flowers.

The sun doesn’t always look like it will burn.

I am being split three ways.

I know what’s right, what’s wrong, and what’s you.

The truth about my trio seems to change day by day.

At night you seem to ignore the things to say by day.

My soul screams it tells me the costs that I pay to play.

But the aches of my desires phase the eclipse and devour me anyway.

There must be a better way…