We love you when/because
You have madd swag like no other, switching from Tims to Business attire with such ease and sex appeal
You have “go-getter” mentalities in all aspects of life
You don’t have to ask us why we only wash our hair once per week
You don’t find our real hair/weaves/braids/locks/twists to be some freak of science
You can make love to the entire entity of us, or simply bang our backs out
You are forever in love with our thick hips, small waists, and ample bottoms
You appreciate our cooking over that of a restaurant
You are not afraid to check anyone on our behalves or yours
You take time out to be a father. That really turns us on.
You show us that vulnerable side of you that others will never see
You get on our nerves when/because
You are stubborn as all hell
You are masters at lying
You try to have sex with us after you have royally f*cked up
You try to flatter our panties off
Did I mention that you guys are stubborn as all hell?
You refuse to allow us to help you and “upgrade” you
The stupid games you play in love
You have honey dripped tongues that cause us temporary lacks of judgement (Have you ever dated a Naija man?!) LOL
You feed us BS and get mad when we reject it
You bottle up your true feelings for us and FINALLY tell us how you feel after it’s too late
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
My Plight
They say you are who you are when no one else is around…I’m just me
They say you are what you think…I think I’m the ish
I walk it like I talk it and I walk it like a model
I love being a Southern girl
I don’t think I could ever date a White guy. I need someone that appreciates my thick thighs and full bottom as much as I do
I have a crush on myself. I check me out every time I pass a mirror or anything reflective
Oddly enough…I’m bashful. LOL
Yes, I’m modest, but right now I am in one of my “I’m THAT chick” moods
We all have a thorn in our sides that we battle with…mine is lust
I always hear people say “You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re honest, and you’re sexy.”
I can cook like a true Southern woman. Smothered ribs, pork chops, chicken, rice, gravy from scratch, corn, sweet cornbread that’s buttered as soon as it comes from the oven, sweet potatoes, smothered potatoes, juicy rib eye steaks, seafood pastas…the list goes on
I speak eloquently, and I have been told I have a soothing voice on more than one occasion
I know how to dress for any occasion
I never ask anyone for money. I work for what I want, and if I can’t have what I want I would rather go without
I have nice hair and impeccable hygiene
I have a very healthy libido
I love to laugh, make out, and I don’t sleep in frumpy pajamas
Yet…I go to bed alone every night, yearning
Friday, December 12, 2008
Games We Play
We all say it...”I don’t play games. I am too old for games.” In reality, do we ever stop playing games? I was chatting about relationships with a friend a few months ago, and he mentioned that as much as we like to think we don’t play games…we never actually stop. At first I disagreed with him, them I started to think of all the little subtle things I do that could be qualified as playing games to some, just being a woman by others.
I can’t speak for men, but I know women have a gift of getting any man we desire to notice us. Notice I said the men we desire…not every man. This can’t be taught. Either you have it or you don’t. A genuine compliment, nice smile, and quick suggestive glances do wonders in getting a man’s attention. Let the cat and mouse game begin.
The I’m going to wait and see how long it takes him/her to call me Game: I admit to this one, especially in dealing with my handsome Naija mister. Once I start feeling like I am the one doing all of the pursuing and making the efforts for communication I suddenly stop all forms of initiations for conversation. It always works like a charm. He’ll call saying how much he misses hearing my voice and the usual things people say when they’ve felt as though their favorite toys have gone missing. LOL. I kidd, I kidd, okay maybe not.
I’m sure we’ve all done some pretty playful things, like…
Get a guy’s/girl’s attention just for the sake of knowing that we COULD have him/her if that’s what we desired
Nonchalantly mentioning the fact that we got hit on a couple times just to see if our significant others showed any signs of jealousy
Walking around in only your skivvies and/or nothing but his dress shirt because you know he will look, and then want to touch, and then…
And my favorite…the Just the Tip game
I am assuming that games will forever be played as long as there is chemistry, love, and sexual tension between men and women. As long as the gamed lead to tender love, caring, and affection what’s the big deal?
I can’t speak for men, but I know women have a gift of getting any man we desire to notice us. Notice I said the men we desire…not every man. This can’t be taught. Either you have it or you don’t. A genuine compliment, nice smile, and quick suggestive glances do wonders in getting a man’s attention. Let the cat and mouse game begin.
The I’m going to wait and see how long it takes him/her to call me Game: I admit to this one, especially in dealing with my handsome Naija mister. Once I start feeling like I am the one doing all of the pursuing and making the efforts for communication I suddenly stop all forms of initiations for conversation. It always works like a charm. He’ll call saying how much he misses hearing my voice and the usual things people say when they’ve felt as though their favorite toys have gone missing. LOL. I kidd, I kidd, okay maybe not.
I’m sure we’ve all done some pretty playful things, like…
Get a guy’s/girl’s attention just for the sake of knowing that we COULD have him/her if that’s what we desired
Nonchalantly mentioning the fact that we got hit on a couple times just to see if our significant others showed any signs of jealousy
Walking around in only your skivvies and/or nothing but his dress shirt because you know he will look, and then want to touch, and then…
And my favorite…the Just the Tip game
I am assuming that games will forever be played as long as there is chemistry, love, and sexual tension between men and women. As long as the gamed lead to tender love, caring, and affection what’s the big deal?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Maybe I
I would have, maybe I should have
I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love
I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog
I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that
If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form
Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss
Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?
Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.
Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose
I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love
I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog
I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that
If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form
Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss
Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?
Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.
Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Remembering the Times
You finally walked through my door after months of being away
The first thing that came to my mind was not how soft and sweet your kisses are, no
Nor was it the way you snuggly fit inside of me nor the way you moan and squirm when I please you
It wasn’t the sound my lacy undies make when you rip them off because I’ve teased you to your limit
Nor was it the feeling of your hands gently cupping my full breasts or your warm mouth suckling on my nipples
It wasn’t the sound of you playfully smacking my derrière nor the sound of you panting as I cowgirl up on your member…
It was the sound of companionship as I remembered the many times we talked about everything and nothing at all
It was the soft sweet look you give me as I laugh at your silly stories and when you tell me I’m beautiful
It was the feeling of oneness as we exchanged secrets after I shyly allowed you to make love to me
It was the comforting scent of your skin that always makes me smile
It was the bittersweet taste of love…
Friday, October 31, 2008
Beauty Personified
It is said that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I gave you all my love
Minus one ounce
I always keep an ounce on reserve to give to myself in case of emergency
You were beautiful to me
I loved you
I’ve always loved you
I saw your arrogance, pride, insensitivity, and selfishness
I also saw your wounds, pain, and insecurities
But you were still beautiful to me
Your flaws made you all the more beautiful to me
I loved your laugh, your silliness, your eyes, your drive and ambition
More than that I loved the way I fit perfectly in your arms, my addiction to your kisses, and my sweet obsession with your smile
It is said that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
The beauty of my loving you lied in my ability to love you in spite of you
The reflection in your own eye lied to you and disenabled you to see me…Beauty Personified
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Chocolate Covered Kiss
Repost. Yes, this piece will be in the book. Your honest thoughts, please. Thank you.
-Queen
You tenderly and coyly pursued me; I stripped bare for you. Now I stand here naked and longing…for you, your mind, and your heart. I know that there are many decisions boldly standing unrelentingly in your face, forcing you to be decisive and strategic in your approach. There’s no need to worry or wonder about me. You can rest assured that I will follow your lead. You know me better than you think you do yet not at all. The woman that you yearn for, hope for, dream of, pray for…yes, I am she. I hold the key to your destiny in my bosom and the answers to your prayers on my sweet sweet lips. Once we make lasting love I will release the precious fragrant contents of my alabaster box onto your head. There will no longer be a need for you to cover your nakedness, for you may take refuge inside of me until every care, worry, concern, and frustration come gushing from the entity of you. As you bask in the love of me, I want you to never forget how incredible it feels to be warmly enveloped and snugly covered on every side. As you kiss my lips, I want you never to forget how good it feels to have my milk chocolate skin evenly melt onto yours. As you peer into my glossy almond shaped brown eyes I want you to know that they will never reveal all that they see; they conceal your secrets yet freely expose the mind of the woman that houses them. Once your raw emotions penetrate my soul and cleave to the walls of my heart you will know without a shadow of a doubt what I have known since I placed my hand in yours…that we are meant to be and will be until the day that heaven kisses the earth.
-Queen
You tenderly and coyly pursued me; I stripped bare for you. Now I stand here naked and longing…for you, your mind, and your heart. I know that there are many decisions boldly standing unrelentingly in your face, forcing you to be decisive and strategic in your approach. There’s no need to worry or wonder about me. You can rest assured that I will follow your lead. You know me better than you think you do yet not at all. The woman that you yearn for, hope for, dream of, pray for…yes, I am she. I hold the key to your destiny in my bosom and the answers to your prayers on my sweet sweet lips. Once we make lasting love I will release the precious fragrant contents of my alabaster box onto your head. There will no longer be a need for you to cover your nakedness, for you may take refuge inside of me until every care, worry, concern, and frustration come gushing from the entity of you. As you bask in the love of me, I want you to never forget how incredible it feels to be warmly enveloped and snugly covered on every side. As you kiss my lips, I want you never to forget how good it feels to have my milk chocolate skin evenly melt onto yours. As you peer into my glossy almond shaped brown eyes I want you to know that they will never reveal all that they see; they conceal your secrets yet freely expose the mind of the woman that houses them. Once your raw emotions penetrate my soul and cleave to the walls of my heart you will know without a shadow of a doubt what I have known since I placed my hand in yours…that we are meant to be and will be until the day that heaven kisses the earth.
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