it is time to define Bluu Fever™️ a term first appearing in my discussion of “Forbidden Fruit” as i concluded that piece’s final lines i defined Bluu Fever™️ as something that has a ‘returning tendency’ it is the enamored-ness that overtakes my ride-share drivers sometimes, one once asked me for a kiss unashamed to attempt his ‘try’ or the men of generations who tell me, for such beauty of mind & speech, i must be able to ‘take a man’ anywhere he’d like to go, seeing realms new as he releases, relishing in the welcome-purr of my voice “Bluu Fever” is a term I hereby coin, that refers specifically to the Lust appropriate & not-so-much concerned with Jayla-Whitney It is the hunger for Realization, actually of the Dream-Scenes of my poems. Bluu Fever refers to the watchman-desire to keep me safe with your gaze tuck yourself one night between my thighs touch inside, acquaint yourself with my ridges & sap-geysers. It is that heat rising in your center & loosening & closing off certain blood vessels lengthening & stretching against your work clothes as you ponder the proportions of this Woman wonder-wielding her Penn. Bluu Fever is what you are allowed to have as you discover more of Dzangha Bai & eat of my lexicon of Love. The Author is a jewel crafting caresses in your mind whispering gasps into your ear through the letters typed here. So your smitten-ness wishing to take the perspective of the Lover in the Passage is altogether natural Dive deeper into my Cœur-Cavern if you dare Bluu Fever hits hardest in the Winter time, & it seems by turn of the calendar-month, we are on our way there.
~~ composed 7.30.24