When I Thought I Was Going To Have Your Babies: A Love Letter
Posted November 30th, 2010 at 10:25 pm
Dear Chocolate Surprise,
I dreamed of you last night. It was sweet, simple, pure and beautiful. We laid together in your bed which was lit with candles. You were nude and I wore a black bra and ripped jeans. Your arm was resting on the small of my back; your fingers stroking me ever so gently. At one point I opened my eyes to look at you; to watch you sleep for a moment. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable sharing the same space; so I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep with a ...
When I Thought I Was Going To Have Your Babies: Lover
Posted November 22nd, 2010 at 10:54 pm
Just shut up and fuck me.
To be quite honest, I don't really care about whatever it is that you are feeling right now, so why continue on with this rant of yours? I am not even there with you. My thoughts are far off in some distant place and right now I just need to see you bare. Do you want me help you take your clothes off? I want to grab at you and feel your skin rubbing against mine. Show me that you hunger for me and tear at my flesh.
We have never been good talkers and...
When I Thought I Was Going To Have Your Babies: The Morning After
Posted November 20th, 2010 at 2:01 am
The sun gently peers through the window warming the side of my face. I adjust under your white down comforter; stretch out my left leg, run my hand across my belly. I nuzzle my face deep into your pillow; your scent brings a smile to my lips.
Still in a dream-like state, I slowly open my eyes, gradually becoming accustomed to my surroundsing, awareness coming to me in pieces... in inches; a thick black robe thrown carelessly across the foot of the bed, resting on the tips of my toes; an a...
When I Thought I Was Going To Have Your Babies: An Interlude
Posted November 18th, 2010 at 11:30 am
I could look at you all day
You don't even have to touch or entertain me
-no dialogue or jokes, not even soft kisses
Just let me look at you and my imagination will run free
-whip it out for me slowly
...Then I will play...
Love When I Was Younger: A Glimpse
Posted November 18th, 2010 at 9:50 am
For weeks she had just wanted him to say that he thought she was beautiful. To stand before her and softly run his round fingertips through the loose tendrils that framed her face, so she could then close her eyes and enjoy the slight touch of her cheek resting in the palm of his hand. For months she had wanted to sit beside him, curled tightly into his freckled chest with his arm securely wrapped around the arch of her lower back, tracing the edges of her fleshy waist and whenever she would ...
Baby With Tears & All I’m Letting Go: Day 3 Rewind, Fast Forward & Play You 24/7
Posted November 17th, 2010 at 11:35 pm
I can't tell you how often I allow myself to let go and relive you all over again. I rewind, fast forward and play it all back in slow motion, pausing at the moments where I lay clasping for your hand, speechless...
I remember asking you to rub up on me - to tease me to the point where I could no longer delay the inevitable - and like a true southern gentleman, you rolled me over and gave me that reassuring nod that I have grown accustomed to. "Close your eyes." How I wish I could make lov...
You Like The Mirrors, But Let Me Pine Over You From The Shower
Posted November 17th, 2010 at 4:45 pm
Remember when I used to tip toe into the bathroom and watch you in the shower?
You were shy at first but it didn't take much coaxing to get you used to my lascivious stares.
I would slowly pull back the curtain and admire the blades of muscle that cut across your shoulders;
Marvel at the way your brown skin glistened around the sexy part of your lower back.
Enamored by the subtle roundness of your backside.
"Turn around", I would say, just to get a better view.
The wonder of your all m...
Thank You God! The Beginning: When He Was My Beautiful Gift: “I Am Here” Part 1
Posted November 12th, 2010 at 6:32 am
"Just hold me" she whispered in her velvety alto voice, that cruised coolly through the warm darkness of her bedroom, into his attentive ears. "I'm scared" she breathed as her delicate fingers gently traced the fleshy part of his cheek before lazily making their way down to the outline of his pink lips... the succulent lips that she has grown so accustomed to delighting in every night, at this precise hour since the top of the year.
"Me too" he exhaled, while his almond eyes fluttered back a...
Baby, With Tears & All I’m Letting Go – Day 2: Morning Sickness In The Dressing Room
Posted November 10th, 2010 at 5:37 pm
I just put on my eyelashes.
Now, my pink lipstick.
My fingers run through my hair, delicately separating the curls.
I hum the song playing in my ears.
Giggle with my cast mate.
I keep my focus on these activities to drown out the sound,
Of my tears banging against the back of my lids, screaming for their freedom;
Their incessant pleas to be released immediately.
I ignore them, not because I'm exhausted from crying you off of me
But rather because it's almost 10 am and I have a show to ...
Posted November 9th, 2010 at 11:34 pm
I am slowly becoming a whore for your attention
Watch me as I strike a sexy pose even though I am fully aware that I look awkward
And this role doesn't suit me at all.
Shift your eyes and focus on me as I cup my hands and squeeze my breasts,
Puckering my lips while taking a wide stance in my brand new red stillettos.
Tell me, is this what you want?
Does this persona turn you on?
Perhaps I am completely off track and need to redirct my energy
Towards more intellectual e...