How did I get myself into this..
And better yet, how do I get myself out…
So much collateral damage…
I’m struggling to see the light…
Suffocating on bad choice after bad choice…
Not knowing for sure which way is right…
Why can’t I just say no…
What am I really afraid of…
I don’t want to do this anymore…
I don’t have to do this anymore…
I need to realize that I have the power to walk away…
I can’t be everything to everybody…
All things aren’t meant to be…
I can choose to be alone…
I can choose to do this MY way…
I can choose ME…
I DO CHOOSE ME!
Hi Baby. I’ve missed you ALL day. Did you know that? Could you feel that? Were you thinking of me when I was thinking of you? I don’t like being apart, but what’s worse is feeling apart from you. I don’t want to feel apart from you ever again. Okay? Promise me!
I’m your rib. I belong to you. You belong to me. We are meant for one another. Our love is the real thing. I long for you to snatch me into your arms…claim me as your prize. Be held chest to breast, nipple to nipple, navel to navel. I desire to be your meal. Devoured completely by you. Mmmmm….then taste my flavor on your lips, tongue…face…Yes! I crave to have you for my dessert…my sweet caramel stick….Mmmmm…we will do more than make love…we will become one again and again and again and feel complete. I long to be complete. I love you. I miss you. I want you. I need you. Always!!!!
A year locking….
I have been on this loc journey just over a year…and look at me, FULLY LOCKED!!!! I love my tresses! I feel beautiful and free! I haven’t had many chemicals, except for the most recent semi-permanent dye application. My stylist gave me a fresh color, ends clipping, and tight palm roll. I love the way my locs look when I first leave the salon. I have so much flexibility with my styling options. I can corn row them and roll the ends if I want a wavy effect. I can roll my locs individually if I want curls. I’ve learned a few quick updo’s from my natural sistah’s on youtube. And on my bad hair days (LOL…as if they really exist now) I can always throw my locs into a high ponytail. Even on my dirty, puffy days I receive countless compliments on my hair. That does wonders for a gal’s self-esteem. I must admit, some days when I look at my friends cute curly frocks I feel a little free-hair envy, but I don’t regret this decision for a minute. I am excited about my quick growth and look forward to trying more styles. For anyone who is on the fence about it, I would say, give it a try.
Food For Thought…keeping your man happy
From the desk of a married, sexy, attractive woman
Wives…hello ladies! A few tips I’ve learned along the way and want to share with you in hopes that they can improve, update, seal your current situations at home with your husband.
Now I dare not assume that your husband is sniffing around my door, or any other woman’s for that matter…but should you wait for that moment to at least entertain these thoughts of mine?
When is the last time you actually showed your husband, your lover, your soul mate that you love him? Actions speak MUCH louder than words, especially when it comes to our men.
Being the emotional creatures that we are, we often times say it and keep it moving. Or figure we show it because the house is clean, dinner is on the table, the kids are well cared for…but when is the last time you….
Drew a nice hot bath for him
Gave a hot oil massage
Woke him up with some spontaneous love making
Took a nice oral exploration of his lower region
Sent him a naughty text during the work day
Spiced things up on a “non-traditional love making day”
Wore new lingerie
Showed him that you desired him
Keeping it interesting is a two way street. Showing more…and assuming less makes for a more intimate home.
This was just some food for thought!
Where did you come from, certainly not from here; your arrival in my life indefinitely…all so unexpected
Feeling the way I do so fast about you; craving your touch this much… all so unexpected
Accidental sightings; common inside joking; caught gazes; seductive phrases … all so unexpected
Jaw dropping, heart throbbing body rocking all night long with your teeth in my thong…all so unexpected
Not wanting to let go; refusing to believe that this is the last time for us; no, no, NO…all so unexpected
Not caring that it’s impossible; not letting reality stop us; not thinking about tomorrow…all so unexpected
Love Him All Over Again
Love Him All Over Again
When I first discovered I loved him…I didn’t even really know what love was
Or what it meant to really love someone…sleeping in cars…on abandoned highways
It was more like puppy love…or curiosity
I wanted to be loved and give love but wasn’t quite ready for all of the possibilities
The second time I thought I loved him it was because he noticed me
That gleam he’d get whenever I crossed his path
Those extra moments spent on the phone…neither one of us wanting to hang up
I knew we could be good together but he still needed to go and grow
And so did I…I suppose
Looking for love in all the wrong places is more than a song or cliché
It’s the turn we’d take time and time again…only to return to a familiar friend
At the root of this relationship that needs no label…is a love so pure
A love so sweet….a love so able
It withstood the test of time…16, 17, 18…now 19 years in the making
That man’s heart I’m taking…it’s mine now… forever and then some
Oh to love him all over again