Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Hurricane Matthew brought the thunder, ice and rain. The wind blew hard banging against Katalina’s window pane. Katt Leya: El Reina Up upon a pink perch behind a velvet rope sits a beautiful free flower. Nothing is more precious than a Sterling Silver Rose forever glowing, shining, and untouched by the weather. Inside, Katalina the
Secret confessions. A diary of an erotic erection. Secret Confession Katt Leya Act III: Snapchat Diary Katt Purr It’s that moment when she’s at the club And sends a video of herself doing her Thunderous, earth shaking, sexy dance As he finds himself slowly touching Then rubbing on his shit Secret Confession Katt Leya Act
When it’s more than a crush. Katt falls in the realm of an obsession. Secret confessions, a diary of my affection Secret Confessions Katt Leya Act II: Snapchat Diary Katt Meow From the very moment she applies her lip gloss across her luscious lips it instantly become a special event. The potion Katt mix must
This woman is Phine not fine but Ph to the Muthaphuckin phine. Secret Confessions Katt Leya Act I: Kattnip When I first saw her, I had this stupid look on my face. I couldn’t even look at her because she was that fine. I mean dipped in honey phine. Can’t speak cause the words won’t
At night when it was quite, during the presence of the daughter of the moon I let it be known. My desire for a particular interest of love was cast out into the universe for its return in abundance. It bubbled then germinated and answered my call. Katt Leya: More Than I Can Handle Like
When the guy you like doesn’t wear underwear to the club and the signs are clear. How that bangin’ “Hot White Dress” should turn a gay man straight but doesn’t. The look of disappointment and its reality of a broken heart. Have no fear Harlem’s near My dear To be continued… Harlem Crush Part 2:
You’re only as positive as the people you reach and teach. Life boils down to the “Choices” we make along with those we fail to take. Cuzo’s Gambit: A Southern Playlist As the seeds of his actions come to harvest, Brutha falls asleep with headphones in ear, listening to a select playlist of trap music while
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 