I am sitting here with tainted feelings because the relationship of two friends just ended via text message.
WTF and when did we come to an age in society to send such messages using a machine instead of the voices we've been blessed with.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
HIM VS HER
I am so frustrated..
Each weekend
You chose Tyrone
when he calls...you go...he needs you
Well, what the fuck is my purpose
tyrone this...tyrone that....
please...
Each weekend
You chose Tyrone
when he calls...you go...he needs you
Well, what the fuck is my purpose
tyrone this...tyrone that....
please...
Monday, October 4, 2010
Recovery...
I need the room in the basement
it's time...she said
"your offer," i need it
"no questions asked"
just make sure that you cook alot for me
i want to get through it
pancakes, sausage, eggs, fish, toast
water, smoothies, simple conversation
no worries man
no corners with salesmen
week two
no corners with shabby clothed women
no corner with churches and liquor stores
no corners with beauty & barber & carwash & chinamen
week three
only blue buckets for recycling
only piles of yellow & brown leaves
week four
no cravings for that boy any longer
eyes clear
taste buds renewed
spirit cleansed...
it's time...she said
"your offer," i need it
"no questions asked"
just make sure that you cook alot for me
i want to get through it
pancakes, sausage, eggs, fish, toast
water, smoothies, simple conversation
no worries man
no corners with salesmen
week two
no corners with shabby clothed women
no corner with churches and liquor stores
no corners with beauty & barber & carwash & chinamen
week three
only blue buckets for recycling
only piles of yellow & brown leaves
week four
no cravings for that boy any longer
eyes clear
taste buds renewed
spirit cleansed...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Mental Side Fuck
She admitted that her pussy jumped out of her panties and immediately onto Pierre's face.She held her composure of seeking Pierre's pleasurable lips.
For months now, she has pondered her frustrations of needing another side fuck! Since her husband didn't agree, she had delayed reacting.
Her mind reflected on where they'd agree to be emotionally committed to each other. Then her mind moved to watch the others present their reports for the School Board Meeting she was attending.
She couldn't focus, as she daydreamed about Pierre's lips touching all four of hers. She couldn't resist the thought of riding Pierre's dick, after he licked her from head to toe, with passionate strokes of his tongue pressed against her neck. His dick was erect and laid between her bottom two lips. Wetness gushed forward like Niagara Falls.
Pausing from the mental fucking she was experiencing, it was her turn to get up in front of the committee. The room she was standing in had 15 men and 3 women. Her nipples were erect in her jacket as she began to address the board of directors.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Hormones
My emotions got the best of me
Causing so much havoc in my environment
Constant nagging and complaining
Keeping everyone in emotional escalation
All because of my damn hormones.
The mental committee has been busy assigning hidden agendas of
insecurities, cheating, revenge, jealousy, and unexplainable tears
Saturday, August 28, 2010
One Night Stand
After we left the club, we drove down to the nearest, largest parking lot.
There, my passenger climbed from his side of the car and positions himself down between my legs as I sat in the driver's seat. He eased the position of the seat backwards to a reclining position. There was so much silence..especially after several rum punch drinks.
My pants pulled half-way under my ass. With so much heat in the car, my eyes captured the visibly, fogged up car windows. The pleasurable moans I am singing
as he licks my pussy in slow, round like motions up and down nipples standing up and being circled like old-fashion radio knobs. It's 2:30am and I have never auditioned for the choir, up until this morning. My voice singing in soprano with squeals.
How can my passenger fit in the smallest spot of the car and stick his tongue so far it reaches my round ass
I've cum so much that he simply didn't offer me his dick
I finally opened my eyes and the windows are so steamy that I need to defrost them before taking him back to his car.
There, my passenger climbed from his side of the car and positions himself down between my legs as I sat in the driver's seat. He eased the position of the seat backwards to a reclining position. There was so much silence..especially after several rum punch drinks.
My pants pulled half-way under my ass. With so much heat in the car, my eyes captured the visibly, fogged up car windows. The pleasurable moans I am singing
as he licks my pussy in slow, round like motions up and down nipples standing up and being circled like old-fashion radio knobs. It's 2:30am and I have never auditioned for the choir, up until this morning. My voice singing in soprano with squeals.
How can my passenger fit in the smallest spot of the car and stick his tongue so far it reaches my round ass
I've cum so much that he simply didn't offer me his dick
I finally opened my eyes and the windows are so steamy that I need to defrost them before taking him back to his car.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Love made me cry
God said give me another try
Never understood why, how, when, or where
Why did I let my mind care
How did I go about this choice
Listening to my own voice
Mutual consultation with the committee
They worked me overtime
the voices were busy like organized crime
My mind says - I care
Yet time and time again you continue to give me scare
This long road, tunnel dark and eyes closed
I recoken' this is what I've been told
do it for....
because .....
well things done started to unfold
No longer listening with
what kind of person would I be
If caring makes you depend on me
God said give me another try
Never understood why, how, when, or where
Why did I let my mind care
How did I go about this choice
Listening to my own voice
Mutual consultation with the committee
They worked me overtime
the voices were busy like organized crime
My mind says - I care
Yet time and time again you continue to give me scare
This long road, tunnel dark and eyes closed
I recoken' this is what I've been told
do it for....
because .....
well things done started to unfold
No longer listening with
what kind of person would I be
If caring makes you depend on me
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mr. Nerve -Part 1
Mr. Nerve stands about 5'4 inches or maybe a bit shorter. He phoned me to see if I had any girls available. I told him I had one special lady for him and he would be satisfied with her total package. He was excited. After speaking with him, I never knew a person of his caliber had such confidence in themselves.
After seeing him in my office for the face interview, he extended his hand for mine and planted one juicy kiss. I smiled and batted my eyes, while inside my head, I was thinking, "he betta have some cash because sisters ain't feeling all that arrogance urine expelling from his skin," like cheap cologne.
After seeing him in my office for the face interview, he extended his hand for mine and planted one juicy kiss. I smiled and batted my eyes, while inside my head, I was thinking, "he betta have some cash because sisters ain't feeling all that arrogance urine expelling from his skin," like cheap cologne.
Insane Insecurity
After I searched through all his things, I found a note, it read congratulations on your promotion! I quickly checked out the signature on the bottom. It was signed, your wife, Bridgette. We'll just as I expected, my damn emotions would start running high, my tears rolling. As my mental committee starting debating, one small voice kept saying, "well, this is what you get for snooping. what made your nosy self look anyway?" I ignored it and went on feeling my neck with tears and liquid in my nose.
Especially since I laid my 'play gal flag' to rest. After spending such an uncommitted time after the death of Mr. X.
I could feel more tears well up in my eyes, because a voice was telling me, 'you've been played and used' The more angry I got, more sacrifice statements were made. I put it all on the line with my Peruvian Lover.
Since I went full ahead and turned over the keys to my ride, condo, etc. Since I went ahead and committed to just fucking him without a condom!
After spending most of the day, at least 4 hours dwelling on Bridgetts's signature and words. She still signs, your beloved wife. Seeing this irritates the fuck of me. Another member of my mental committee, stood up and said, "can't you hear this mofo's sexy, deep voice telling Bridgette, she's his wife and he'd be back to get her from Peru. Making all those promises of a great future." All the long, another member reminded me, that he shared those same sentiments with me.
Finally, after two more hours, dwelling on her written words of her missing him and awaiting his return, I started to wonder did Mr.Peruvian Lover give me any inclination that he is still seeing Bridgette. Then I wonder when he does travel, will he see her?
I spent most of my day allowing them damn voices in my head to take me for a roller-coaster ride of unnecessary stress and make a bad decision to fuck around seeking revenge. Got my insecurities being displayed all over my face and eyes, about some woman who lives too far to visit. I make arrangements to see Mr. Omega, who sent me a message letting me know he would be passing through Flowerville.
Days later, unexpectedly I found myself on my back, legs in the air to Mr. Omega.
He came in town for two nights, stranded flights because of earthquake smoke. I keep ignoring the voice of telling me, "bad decision".
Me and Mr Omega, embraced and fucked, non-stop in the backseat of the car, while still parked in the airport. I climaxed so much, that my eyes crossed on my face. He ate my pussy so well, my nipples hardened sharply through my lace shirt, that they came poking through a hole. He loved me in lace. After having some incredibly fire ass head job done on me, my body melted like butter, and the committee got silenced out.
Well, after all of this madness, after having oral sex with Omega, he left me with a damn yeast infection. Nasty ass mouth got my pussy smelling bad and my Peruvian Lover unable to talk to my pussy, cause the smell is talking to his nose loudly.
Especially since I laid my 'play gal flag' to rest. After spending such an uncommitted time after the death of Mr. X.
I could feel more tears well up in my eyes, because a voice was telling me, 'you've been played and used' The more angry I got, more sacrifice statements were made. I put it all on the line with my Peruvian Lover.
Since I went full ahead and turned over the keys to my ride, condo, etc. Since I went ahead and committed to just fucking him without a condom!
After spending most of the day, at least 4 hours dwelling on Bridgetts's signature and words. She still signs, your beloved wife. Seeing this irritates the fuck of me. Another member of my mental committee, stood up and said, "can't you hear this mofo's sexy, deep voice telling Bridgette, she's his wife and he'd be back to get her from Peru. Making all those promises of a great future." All the long, another member reminded me, that he shared those same sentiments with me.
Finally, after two more hours, dwelling on her written words of her missing him and awaiting his return, I started to wonder did Mr.Peruvian Lover give me any inclination that he is still seeing Bridgette. Then I wonder when he does travel, will he see her?
I spent most of my day allowing them damn voices in my head to take me for a roller-coaster ride of unnecessary stress and make a bad decision to fuck around seeking revenge. Got my insecurities being displayed all over my face and eyes, about some woman who lives too far to visit. I make arrangements to see Mr. Omega, who sent me a message letting me know he would be passing through Flowerville.
Days later, unexpectedly I found myself on my back, legs in the air to Mr. Omega.
He came in town for two nights, stranded flights because of earthquake smoke. I keep ignoring the voice of telling me, "bad decision".
Me and Mr Omega, embraced and fucked, non-stop in the backseat of the car, while still parked in the airport. I climaxed so much, that my eyes crossed on my face. He ate my pussy so well, my nipples hardened sharply through my lace shirt, that they came poking through a hole. He loved me in lace. After having some incredibly fire ass head job done on me, my body melted like butter, and the committee got silenced out.
Well, after all of this madness, after having oral sex with Omega, he left me with a damn yeast infection. Nasty ass mouth got my pussy smelling bad and my Peruvian Lover unable to talk to my pussy, cause the smell is talking to his nose loudly.
Friend
How do I explain this...seeing you and learning you excites me to be near you. I am turned on by your gentleman-ness...the wave of a hand to usher me out the door, the making sure that I receive my portion of whatever we are having...food to sex.
Its that craving attention I like and have denied that part of my personality, behind my outer cloak of confidence, I exhibit amongst the crowds I am in. I guess that my hidden self-esteem issue.
Sorry for detracting. I am cool with us laying together, discussing life's matters with you and listening to you flatter me with your life's advise and rules.
I enjoy sharing with you and making you explore some simple things, that have created moments of laughter amongst us. I wonder though, what must we do, I have uncertainties of your wife, if my feelings get all wrapped up in you. My ho'side says, 'don't be concerned with it, as we are just exploring the possibilities. I like variety and eating my icing when I want to.
When I woke up from my dream, my baby was calling me saying he apologized for not properly greeting me, saying to me "Have a wonderful night, I had a great time with you this weekend, sweet dreams baby" I have noticed lately how much he is starting to give me nick-names like, "Baby" and hugging up on me extra close these days.
Is he falling in love with me? Hmmmm...
Its that craving attention I like and have denied that part of my personality, behind my outer cloak of confidence, I exhibit amongst the crowds I am in. I guess that my hidden self-esteem issue.
Sorry for detracting. I am cool with us laying together, discussing life's matters with you and listening to you flatter me with your life's advise and rules.
I enjoy sharing with you and making you explore some simple things, that have created moments of laughter amongst us. I wonder though, what must we do, I have uncertainties of your wife, if my feelings get all wrapped up in you. My ho'side says, 'don't be concerned with it, as we are just exploring the possibilities. I like variety and eating my icing when I want to.
When I woke up from my dream, my baby was calling me saying he apologized for not properly greeting me, saying to me "Have a wonderful night, I had a great time with you this weekend, sweet dreams baby" I have noticed lately how much he is starting to give me nick-names like, "Baby" and hugging up on me extra close these days.
Is he falling in love with me? Hmmmm...
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