Ravishing Raven

The drapes were pulled back and the sunshine hit Raven’s face. She slowly smiled. It was the big day. She and Marcus Dewayne Banks were getting married. She lay in bed as The Prince opened the bedroom window and began humming Aaliyah tunes. “My Goodness boy. You sure do know how to make a girl happy,”She said as she stretched. She sat up on the edge of the bed and slid her feet into her house shoes. The Prince walked up to her and wrapped her in her house robe. The day was planned. The wedding was to be held. It was a secret wedding but they had a respectable crowd attending. Raven had even invited some of her industry associates. It was a real girl’s night out. The Prince had been extra attentive as of late. There was even talks of having another baby. Things weren’t like the old days. And their family was benefiting because of everyone making adult decisions. “What do you want for breakfast,” Raven asked The Prince was she walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth. “Yo

Okay, I will admit I have been in a trippy state of reality as of late, it seems like eons since I sat with my laptop and worked on my book series Satan’s Prophets. My dreams of being acknowledged as a great writer have turned into a bitter nightmare as I sleep on streets of forgotten lore as southern gentleman diagnosed with love for no one but an untouchable image I have been forced to adore since my earliest of childhoods. I am beaten, smitten, lost but found and struggling to find the innocents that made me write about Innocent the stripper in the first place. As I find the truth in the error of my fascination with what I once perceived as beauty I think now would be the perfect time to tell you as an artist I am about to approach a level of pure joy whether I am “felt” or not. I need no approval right now I just need to feel human. I will take my faults. Raven can say at this point when everything is uncertain that she no longer cares but where is the challenge in that? I was