Since arriving on Twitter and way before the average folks thought it useful or cool I spent days mesmerized by the words and pictures floating past my eyes. But as with too much of any good thing, in time, I became indifferent to the mundane repetition of communication.

And so I began to write poetry in tweets. Each tweet becoming a stanza; a verse; an independent living thing. Now that may not sound complicated to you but I challenege you to not only create a concise thought but to also have it rhyme in the restrictions of a 140 character universe. Tell me how that works out for you.

I found a new way of entertaining myself. I had adapted a new way of using Twitter, as an exercise for my craft and life was grand.

And then one day it got better!

You simply can’t ignore Nikki DaVinci! First of all, who is this chick so bold as to name herself after a great painter. All coy avatar poses and these gigantic dimples. If you could only see/hear/read the words coming out of her mouth/fingers/mind!! You would know better than I could ever explain. When was the last time you read words that caused you pause, for just enough time to visualize the image conveyed, before a blush flushes your face.

Yeah, baby. Nikki DaVinci had me. I love a good #mindfuck, especially when it comes from a pretty lady.

And that’s not to say that there aren’t plenty of pretty girls around. But I’m not one for dumb broads so this may not be a union made in heaven. But alas, she’s so dope for reasons like this and so many others.

And shall I say we share similar tastes? I cannot lie I wanted her to whisper more words to me, so I tempted her by flirting.

MY FIRST TIME–>Word Orgy Numero Uno, my first open submissions request, of which she so graciously participated. I reprint of that awesome story is here, but please be careful, she’s a grown ass woman talking about grown ass things. Don’t get fired!

And if you haven’t had enough yet, you can pick up her new book, The Nikki DaVinci Code on Amazon in ebooks or paperback.

It’s been a little over a year since I’ve had the pleasure of knowing Shanica, and when I say I am proud as hell of her, please believe me. It’s one thing to root for an awesome person, it’s another to root for an awesome person that’s genuinely awesome in their talents.

Shanica is an awesome writer; her pen is a rainbow ansenal of moods and emotions. Reading her work will leave you spent. I suggest her book be shared by lovers as a bedtime story. Short and sweet quickies over morning tea before having to part ways. You’ll be infected with her visual exhibitionism.

Or better yet, take a Que from the author and recite some lines to a new lover. Nikki’s given you the code, now all you have to do is crack it.

For more information about the author Shanica Stewart you can read our intimate Q &A over here on the Examiner in the LGBT Culture section.

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