have you ever had someone to steal your heart?
I have, but this person refuses to give it back.....
he says that he's going to keep it forever if it's still lives inside of me....
his spirit is warm and sweet like a cinnamon roll fresh from the bakery
presenting himself in such a humble and majestic way that it's hard for me to turn from it
a beautiful example of a real man, I bask in the essence of his Southern gentleman ways
there is nothing like having a true friend,
someone who offers an ear to hear, a voice to speak the truth, and a shoulder to cry on
promise you, I'll never trade this in for nothing material in this world filled with phoniness
he's the perfect mixture of everything possible for me...
let me tell you more about him...
he is stylish and distinguished;
the kind of man that comes in a room commanding attention
he is intelligent;
you'll want to lend an ear to hear the wisdom and knowledge he speaks
he is God-fearing;
a spiritual being who loves to admire and speak on his greater power, God
standing not too far from six feet,
he reminds me of an African angel with love and happiness flowing from each loc
I'm not even going to lie...he's one of a kind
a real man that addresses me in such a way that I'm always blown away
non-disrespectful, he gives me his best because he understands that I deserve it
he guides me like a father would do his daughter,
he molds me like a husband would do his wife,
he critizes me like a brother would do his sister,
but in the end it's all love...the type of love that I'm deserving of
again, this person is the epitomy of a friend,
a friend who will always have a Piece of My Heart....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Diamond (Best Friend)
cut precisely to fit my life that was filled with turmoil, drama, and heartache
he came at a time when I was thirsty for what was in the love well that had run dry
closure was what I was wanting the most,
but selfishly I couldn't get my heart completely clean from the past because I was still holding on
filled with so much anger and dispair, I vowed not to love again; not even the love sent to love me
not going to lie, I wanted him for myself
however, he belonged to someone else
respecting his request, I still allowed him to come into this tornado I called life
presenting me with kind gifts of gentle behavior, gentleman gestures, and a pure heart,
I couldn't let him be without seeing what he had in store for me
instead of bringing me game, offering sex, or pretending to care...he brought the realest love of a friend
drying the tears that would fall from my eyes
giving me constant conversation that would edify my soul and tickle my funny bones
couldn't see anything wrong with what he was doing then and what he continues to do now,
I'm blessed to have such a friend like him
wouldn't trade him in for anything
getting to know him is the beautiful essence of this friendship
an adventure that continues bring excitement and interesting events
noticing the change in me,
I'm realizing God more in me because I acknowledged the God living in him,
they tell me that diamonds are a girl's best friend,
well...I'm hear to tell you that the saying is true
didn't think I would have been able to meet a Southern gentleman for this Southern Belle,
but God saw favor in order to send such a man like you
grateful for the friendship made in the essence of harmony and joy,
believing in this love between this girl and that boy.....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
he came at a time when I was thirsty for what was in the love well that had run dry
closure was what I was wanting the most,
but selfishly I couldn't get my heart completely clean from the past because I was still holding on
filled with so much anger and dispair, I vowed not to love again; not even the love sent to love me
not going to lie, I wanted him for myself
however, he belonged to someone else
respecting his request, I still allowed him to come into this tornado I called life
presenting me with kind gifts of gentle behavior, gentleman gestures, and a pure heart,
I couldn't let him be without seeing what he had in store for me
instead of bringing me game, offering sex, or pretending to care...he brought the realest love of a friend
drying the tears that would fall from my eyes
giving me constant conversation that would edify my soul and tickle my funny bones
couldn't see anything wrong with what he was doing then and what he continues to do now,
I'm blessed to have such a friend like him
wouldn't trade him in for anything
getting to know him is the beautiful essence of this friendship
an adventure that continues bring excitement and interesting events
noticing the change in me,
I'm realizing God more in me because I acknowledged the God living in him,
they tell me that diamonds are a girl's best friend,
well...I'm hear to tell you that the saying is true
didn't think I would have been able to meet a Southern gentleman for this Southern Belle,
but God saw favor in order to send such a man like you
grateful for the friendship made in the essence of harmony and joy,
believing in this love between this girl and that boy.....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Admiration of a Man
I sit back and I observe his demeanor through his actions,
he doesn't talk much, but his body language speaks the most
very much laid back in the kut,
however when he arrives, he arrives in style, grace, and DIGGnity
a smile so sexy, it's only true that I get a kick out seeing him grin or laugh,
something like a piece of chocolate made from the finest ingredients
never had the idea of making him mine, only enjoying the essence of his personality
the kind of guy with that inner mystery, keeping females at the edge of their seats
goal driven is what I think about when I think of him,
Godly man speaking volumes in the crisp diction of his carefully chosen words of wisdom
I can't lie, I get excited when he comes around,
maybe it's because there are none like him around these parks
have to say that I might get a bit jealous at his main chick,
simply because I have to set aside the crush that was building inside
I'll let it go, taking the buddy likeness instead,
no need for me break up a happy home, I'm just too classy and fly for that
I'm not so much a hater but I'll let her know that she better be on her job,
because a woman like myself is always willing to give A1 superior work....
but getting back on this young tenderoni,
he's sort of like the apple of my eye, but not so much so
sure, I have friends sort of like his style, but not quite like him
I guess you can say that I may have a love jones,
but it's like a building friendship to me
nothing forced
nothing fake
nothing pressured...just going with the flow
can't quite get my feelings involved because I know that it's just lust,
but in God I trust, he knows the thoughts that I have towards this young man
in the end, I guess I'll just sit back, be quiet, and observe
for I'm in deep admiration of a man....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
he doesn't talk much, but his body language speaks the most
very much laid back in the kut,
however when he arrives, he arrives in style, grace, and DIGGnity
a smile so sexy, it's only true that I get a kick out seeing him grin or laugh,
something like a piece of chocolate made from the finest ingredients
never had the idea of making him mine, only enjoying the essence of his personality
the kind of guy with that inner mystery, keeping females at the edge of their seats
goal driven is what I think about when I think of him,
Godly man speaking volumes in the crisp diction of his carefully chosen words of wisdom
I can't lie, I get excited when he comes around,
maybe it's because there are none like him around these parks
have to say that I might get a bit jealous at his main chick,
simply because I have to set aside the crush that was building inside
I'll let it go, taking the buddy likeness instead,
no need for me break up a happy home, I'm just too classy and fly for that
I'm not so much a hater but I'll let her know that she better be on her job,
because a woman like myself is always willing to give A1 superior work....
but getting back on this young tenderoni,
he's sort of like the apple of my eye, but not so much so
sure, I have friends sort of like his style, but not quite like him
I guess you can say that I may have a love jones,
but it's like a building friendship to me
nothing forced
nothing fake
nothing pressured...just going with the flow
can't quite get my feelings involved because I know that it's just lust,
but in God I trust, he knows the thoughts that I have towards this young man
in the end, I guess I'll just sit back, be quiet, and observe
for I'm in deep admiration of a man....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Mississippi Cotton
I wonder the thoughts that run through a white man’s head when he looks at me
does he call me a “nigger” or does he see the God and intelligence through me
waking up daily to defeat this world of racism,
living in Mississippi doesn’t make it any better
feeling like I’ve got to work twice as hard to be heard,
doesn’t matter how much education I achieve or the fact I pronounce my words correctly,
so, am I still what these white folks think of me?
high yellow, that’s what they call me
no, I don’t think of myself any more highly than the next red bone or chocolate diva
in my eyes, we’re all God’s children
but, each of us have our own stories to tell and have experienced different situations
must say, conservative Christian is a very common term down in these parks
almost like we all serve the same god in our own worlds
last time I checked, God didn’t have a color; nor a face; nor a physical body,
unless you’re talking about the real Christians who stand in physical form for God
no, I don’t think my God has cornrows or dread locks,
nor do I think God is a blonde-hair, blue eyed being
just a disgrace in my sight, if you’ve noticed
Mississippi is so ass-backwards
we can never evolve as a state, nor as a people
just take a rope and lynch me, why don’t you?
but no, we still hold some good people,
with the scriptures of the Bible stitched in their skin
who knew that the past made a brighter future for me, I guess it’s because of my ancestry
I laugh at the people who still refer to my kind as “coons,” “jiggaboos,” or “minstrels,”
I laugh…why?
because God views the hearts of man
he see the anger in their hearts and souls,
they ain’t fooling no one but themselves
acting all high and mighty,
just wanted them to know that they’re no better than me, or my God
the Mississippi cotton that I drive by everyday doesn’t get picked through my hands
no, I don’t think I could’ve survived being anyone’s mammy or slave
but then again, I have become a slave
a slave in thinking that my very being in determined by how much money I make,
how many degrees I hold,
how long I remain a person that isn’t a statistic…
thinking back to the sweaty backs of my grandmother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s
is my future worth giving them the satisfaction of carrying the family’s name well
yes, I believe so,
but I refuse to be some uneducated, poor black welfare queen
however, that’s what I think these white folks think of me when I walk into their stores,
eat in their restaurants
work in their corporate stores and offices,
but why?
because I was told to think like this
brainwashed to believe that God wanted us separate, which is so not so,
now I understand that everything is God’s on this Earth
everything belongs to him,
even the racist minds that still want me to pick this Mississippi Cotton
Mississippi Cotton
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
does he call me a “nigger” or does he see the God and intelligence through me
waking up daily to defeat this world of racism,
living in Mississippi doesn’t make it any better
feeling like I’ve got to work twice as hard to be heard,
doesn’t matter how much education I achieve or the fact I pronounce my words correctly,
so, am I still what these white folks think of me?
high yellow, that’s what they call me
no, I don’t think of myself any more highly than the next red bone or chocolate diva
in my eyes, we’re all God’s children
but, each of us have our own stories to tell and have experienced different situations
must say, conservative Christian is a very common term down in these parks
almost like we all serve the same god in our own worlds
last time I checked, God didn’t have a color; nor a face; nor a physical body,
unless you’re talking about the real Christians who stand in physical form for God
no, I don’t think my God has cornrows or dread locks,
nor do I think God is a blonde-hair, blue eyed being
just a disgrace in my sight, if you’ve noticed
Mississippi is so ass-backwards
we can never evolve as a state, nor as a people
just take a rope and lynch me, why don’t you?
but no, we still hold some good people,
with the scriptures of the Bible stitched in their skin
who knew that the past made a brighter future for me, I guess it’s because of my ancestry
I laugh at the people who still refer to my kind as “coons,” “jiggaboos,” or “minstrels,”
I laugh…why?
because God views the hearts of man
he see the anger in their hearts and souls,
they ain’t fooling no one but themselves
acting all high and mighty,
just wanted them to know that they’re no better than me, or my God
the Mississippi cotton that I drive by everyday doesn’t get picked through my hands
no, I don’t think I could’ve survived being anyone’s mammy or slave
but then again, I have become a slave
a slave in thinking that my very being in determined by how much money I make,
how many degrees I hold,
how long I remain a person that isn’t a statistic…
thinking back to the sweaty backs of my grandmother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s
is my future worth giving them the satisfaction of carrying the family’s name well
yes, I believe so,
but I refuse to be some uneducated, poor black welfare queen
however, that’s what I think these white folks think of me when I walk into their stores,
eat in their restaurants
work in their corporate stores and offices,
but why?
because I was told to think like this
brainwashed to believe that God wanted us separate, which is so not so,
now I understand that everything is God’s on this Earth
everything belongs to him,
even the racist minds that still want me to pick this Mississippi Cotton
Mississippi Cotton
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Strands of my Hair Spoke
I sat down.
She picked up the scissors.
Grabbing huge chunks of my hair, she cut more than expected.
After she was done, I felt liberated.
"I am not my hair!"
the funny thing is, over time I began to not favor long hair
didn’t feel the need to be the “desired” of the Hollywood image
chose not to be conformed to an image, in a box
I don't think I'm looking back any further, for I know that I'm not my hair
don't care if I'm being judged by the length,
no, I'm not a lesbian nor am I going through a life crisis uncontrollable
the choice to cut my hair came at the time when I wanted a change, needed a change
I guess people must get used to it, because this is my life....not theirs
getting back into reality, I looked down at my feet
noticing the pond of hair around me, I got emotional thinking about what had happened
"I'm bald," screaming with a loud and dramatic voice,
placing my head in my lap, I rose thinking about my life
my hair carried so much of me and the conceited attitude that I had developed
however, I failed to realize that my hair also carried the struggles and pains in my world
having the one man that I loved telling me to keep my hair long and to never cut it,
I always held unto it like some comfort blanket or defense mechanism
he was controlling me and abusing my heart,
been praying to God to give me light through my dark situation,
so as my hair fell from my head, I finally let go
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the horror out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the lies and drama out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the old me out....
...... allowing the new me to rise
I felt free for the first time,
feeling as though I could conquer anything
thank God that I know that my source strength doesn't derive from my hair,
my strength is in HIM….
running my fingers through my head, I felt sexy
smiling at the image that I saw in the mirror, I began to cry
never in the thought of misery, but the miraculous power in my God
the final bit of what I have left amazes my soul
I didn't know that my hair had words to speak to me,
didn't realize that each fiber had an opinion or personality
all I could hear were "thank you's" at the sight of a new chapter in my life
The Strands of My Hair Spoke
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
She picked up the scissors.
Grabbing huge chunks of my hair, she cut more than expected.
After she was done, I felt liberated.
"I am not my hair!"
the funny thing is, over time I began to not favor long hair
didn’t feel the need to be the “desired” of the Hollywood image
chose not to be conformed to an image, in a box
I don't think I'm looking back any further, for I know that I'm not my hair
don't care if I'm being judged by the length,
no, I'm not a lesbian nor am I going through a life crisis uncontrollable
the choice to cut my hair came at the time when I wanted a change, needed a change
I guess people must get used to it, because this is my life....not theirs
getting back into reality, I looked down at my feet
noticing the pond of hair around me, I got emotional thinking about what had happened
"I'm bald," screaming with a loud and dramatic voice,
placing my head in my lap, I rose thinking about my life
my hair carried so much of me and the conceited attitude that I had developed
however, I failed to realize that my hair also carried the struggles and pains in my world
having the one man that I loved telling me to keep my hair long and to never cut it,
I always held unto it like some comfort blanket or defense mechanism
he was controlling me and abusing my heart,
been praying to God to give me light through my dark situation,
so as my hair fell from my head, I finally let go
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the horror out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the lies and drama out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the old me out....
...... allowing the new me to rise
I felt free for the first time,
feeling as though I could conquer anything
thank God that I know that my source strength doesn't derive from my hair,
my strength is in HIM….
running my fingers through my head, I felt sexy
smiling at the image that I saw in the mirror, I began to cry
never in the thought of misery, but the miraculous power in my God
the final bit of what I have left amazes my soul
I didn't know that my hair had words to speak to me,
didn't realize that each fiber had an opinion or personality
all I could hear were "thank you's" at the sight of a new chapter in my life
The Strands of My Hair Spoke
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Call Me Crazy
welcome to the jungle…
the mind of a maniac, but more so the mind of an eccentric artist
walking around looking for a purpose
emptiness with my pen and pad, writing
experiences, situations, and interactions control the essence of Essence Franklin
driven under the belief that I will see my maker
we’ve lost touch since I was born
don’t remember what he looks like, don’t remember touching his face
waiting on the day when he will approach me and talk to me,
that very day, I might think back on this day, thinking about that day
randomness…
I’m always in outer space whenever I’m pondering on my curiosity
don’t ever have to smoke any Mary Jane to get to where I’m at
no need for getting high, for I wake up high on the day
the day where I can spill out my creative juices on the platform
for people to pick up my shattered soul and read it, enjoy it
rubbing in my hair, it’s short as ever
still reflecting on the “newness” in my life through a simple hair cut
I feel closer to God.
feeling in the mood to worship, I’m growing more closer to God
growing more in love with him, too
spiritual-being evolving through her spiritual maker
I hear voices in my head, telling me to embrace my inner being
no, Essence Franklin isn’t my alter-ego; I don’t believe in those
sounds quite demonic to me, for I’m not into the skull and bones
with the cross wrapped around my neck, I breathe
the poet side of me in making love again with the ink and paper,
can’t make it stop….it feels too good
call me crazy but, I think a lot
sometimes by things that don’t seem to matter, but do…
Call Me Crazy
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
the mind of a maniac, but more so the mind of an eccentric artist
walking around looking for a purpose
emptiness with my pen and pad, writing
experiences, situations, and interactions control the essence of Essence Franklin
driven under the belief that I will see my maker
we’ve lost touch since I was born
don’t remember what he looks like, don’t remember touching his face
waiting on the day when he will approach me and talk to me,
that very day, I might think back on this day, thinking about that day
randomness…
I’m always in outer space whenever I’m pondering on my curiosity
don’t ever have to smoke any Mary Jane to get to where I’m at
no need for getting high, for I wake up high on the day
the day where I can spill out my creative juices on the platform
for people to pick up my shattered soul and read it, enjoy it
rubbing in my hair, it’s short as ever
still reflecting on the “newness” in my life through a simple hair cut
I feel closer to God.
feeling in the mood to worship, I’m growing more closer to God
growing more in love with him, too
spiritual-being evolving through her spiritual maker
I hear voices in my head, telling me to embrace my inner being
no, Essence Franklin isn’t my alter-ego; I don’t believe in those
sounds quite demonic to me, for I’m not into the skull and bones
with the cross wrapped around my neck, I breathe
the poet side of me in making love again with the ink and paper,
can’t make it stop….it feels too good
call me crazy but, I think a lot
sometimes by things that don’t seem to matter, but do…
Call Me Crazy
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Stories from the Mary Jane Smoke
the art of story telling...
lit the blunt up as if it was my last taste of the sticky
spilling through my soul came of the life that I'm living
as the smoke hit the ceiling, so did my mind
sitting on Jupiter, I look down at how everyone else operates
scared to hit the soberness of reality, I roll up another and continue to smoke
fire from the lighter burned through my chest as I find it hard to breathe
laughing at the situation, coming down off the cloud I stop the laughter
tears fall from eyes, I think
contemplating mental suicide
I examine my ways,
why is it that I behave the way I do even though I know I can do better?
is it better for me to live in a fantasy world because life is too hard?
fuck it
life is a bitch anyway,
I guess I'll be a real lesbian and fuck her the way people have fucked me
no, I'm not talking about sex either, I'm talking about life
sort of like the cards dealt in the wrong hand, trying to play it right
laughing at myself, I lay my head back and light up another,
I need to kick this habit, but this habit has been too good to me
helping me to escape a life that's not perfect, full of imperfections
covered up in designer clothes and a "lavish" lifestyle
life full of phoniness from my hair, lashes, and friends
I digress
keeping myself sane I have to smoke
chronic is considered my gift from the Earth
drying the tears and cutting off the complaining, the smoke calms me
even though I know I need to keep the habit, the habit has been good to me
I bet you didn't know of the heartbreak and pain of my days
no, you don't know how it feels to walk in my shoes
I guarantee you that you won't want to see the things I've seen...
experience what I've experienced...
just....nevermind...
this is my story...told through the smoke of Mary Jane
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
lit the blunt up as if it was my last taste of the sticky
spilling through my soul came of the life that I'm living
as the smoke hit the ceiling, so did my mind
sitting on Jupiter, I look down at how everyone else operates
scared to hit the soberness of reality, I roll up another and continue to smoke
fire from the lighter burned through my chest as I find it hard to breathe
laughing at the situation, coming down off the cloud I stop the laughter
tears fall from eyes, I think
contemplating mental suicide
I examine my ways,
why is it that I behave the way I do even though I know I can do better?
is it better for me to live in a fantasy world because life is too hard?
fuck it
life is a bitch anyway,
I guess I'll be a real lesbian and fuck her the way people have fucked me
no, I'm not talking about sex either, I'm talking about life
sort of like the cards dealt in the wrong hand, trying to play it right
laughing at myself, I lay my head back and light up another,
I need to kick this habit, but this habit has been too good to me
helping me to escape a life that's not perfect, full of imperfections
covered up in designer clothes and a "lavish" lifestyle
life full of phoniness from my hair, lashes, and friends
I digress
keeping myself sane I have to smoke
chronic is considered my gift from the Earth
drying the tears and cutting off the complaining, the smoke calms me
even though I know I need to keep the habit, the habit has been good to me
I bet you didn't know of the heartbreak and pain of my days
no, you don't know how it feels to walk in my shoes
I guarantee you that you won't want to see the things I've seen...
experience what I've experienced...
just....nevermind...
this is my story...told through the smoke of Mary Jane
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Monday, July 19, 2010
Gemini Connection
the love between us is friendly,
for it took time to mature and be made perfect, although it's not quite ripe
he and I are so different, and yet we're the same
predictable usually, but with a few changes
he has always been a product of my heart without knowing,
yet as though I can heal open wounds of his and make him smile
the idea of him happy makes me blush,
because I can only imagine the thoughts running through his head
he plays the tough role so well, but I know that he has a gentle heart and mind,
just beautiful in his own way
they say that our personalities don't work well together,
I guess it's because we were born around the same time
not paying any attention to the astrology, I make my decisions with my heart
I don't need a fortune teller to tell me how I feel,
personal opinions of others aren't needed
he's my February Love in the summer time
just sweet and innocent to me
this crush that I have on this Gemini favors the Gemini in me
understanding his motives and ever-being, I hold our connection close
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
for it took time to mature and be made perfect, although it's not quite ripe
he and I are so different, and yet we're the same
predictable usually, but with a few changes
he has always been a product of my heart without knowing,
yet as though I can heal open wounds of his and make him smile
the idea of him happy makes me blush,
because I can only imagine the thoughts running through his head
he plays the tough role so well, but I know that he has a gentle heart and mind,
just beautiful in his own way
they say that our personalities don't work well together,
I guess it's because we were born around the same time
not paying any attention to the astrology, I make my decisions with my heart
I don't need a fortune teller to tell me how I feel,
personal opinions of others aren't needed
he's my February Love in the summer time
just sweet and innocent to me
this crush that I have on this Gemini favors the Gemini in me
understanding his motives and ever-being, I hold our connection close
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Corner Seat
back pressed against the wall,
shocked at how attentive my body has become...
I'm ready....
undressing me slowly
I anticipate every action of this willing being before me
whispering softly in my ear
I bite down on my lip, as he caresses my breasts and kisses my neck
admiring my feminine form, he takes one last look
the reaction of his face is priceless, for I know what he has in mind
a slight moan is released from the pleasure I'm receiving
I close my eyes in ecstasy,
passion floats my skin, running down my thighs
from my breasts to my toes, I'm loving the things he's doing to me
wrapping my arms around him tightly
he picks me up, gripping the bottom of my frame
continuing to seduce me with his words, I'm ready....
the thoughts on my mind are too grown because I know daddy's intentions
backing me up into the corner, I find myself taking a seat
leading me the road of complete satisfaction, he aims to please
not wanting him to stop, tears of joy fall from my eyes
needing it to last forever, needing us to enjoy each other
in the corner seat...
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
shocked at how attentive my body has become...
I'm ready....
undressing me slowly
I anticipate every action of this willing being before me
whispering softly in my ear
I bite down on my lip, as he caresses my breasts and kisses my neck
admiring my feminine form, he takes one last look
the reaction of his face is priceless, for I know what he has in mind
a slight moan is released from the pleasure I'm receiving
I close my eyes in ecstasy,
passion floats my skin, running down my thighs
from my breasts to my toes, I'm loving the things he's doing to me
wrapping my arms around him tightly
he picks me up, gripping the bottom of my frame
continuing to seduce me with his words, I'm ready....
the thoughts on my mind are too grown because I know daddy's intentions
backing me up into the corner, I find myself taking a seat
leading me the road of complete satisfaction, he aims to please
not wanting him to stop, tears of joy fall from my eyes
needing it to last forever, needing us to enjoy each other
in the corner seat...
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Had Me at "Hello"
the anticipation of the conversation came through a text message,
not wanting to be presented that way, I decided to call....
they say the first impression is the last one, so I wanted to be the best
the chemistry was instant, even though I didn't know what to expect
like a school girl with a crush, I enjoyed every aspect of the conversation
wanting more was the objective as I ventured into his inner being
finding his sex appeal and swag from his soul,
I knew that everything that he spoke was genuine and true
intelligent, intellectual, well-rounded, and humorous,
I was spell-bounded as to how he doesn't remind me of the same ol' kind of guy
just particularly unique and sexy in his own way
they say that the first impression is the last one,
so I hope that conversation won't be our last
he had me at hello, which turned my interest level on high
just looking forward to our next conversation
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not wanting to be presented that way, I decided to call....
they say the first impression is the last one, so I wanted to be the best
the chemistry was instant, even though I didn't know what to expect
like a school girl with a crush, I enjoyed every aspect of the conversation
wanting more was the objective as I ventured into his inner being
finding his sex appeal and swag from his soul,
I knew that everything that he spoke was genuine and true
intelligent, intellectual, well-rounded, and humorous,
I was spell-bounded as to how he doesn't remind me of the same ol' kind of guy
just particularly unique and sexy in his own way
they say that the first impression is the last one,
so I hope that conversation won't be our last
he had me at hello, which turned my interest level on high
just looking forward to our next conversation
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
Just to be Closer....
...just to be close, just to be close to you
.......just to be close to you is my desire...
sitting with my back against the wall,
I feel the pressure of life closing me in as I think about what's in front of me
mental fear and emotional disappointments have caused me to become bitter
placing too much trust in people has been my downfall
why must I feel this way?
so incomplete and unworthy,
depression and sadness shower my sunny days,
but only wanting it to get better
is it because I know that I've come this far that I must change?
that maybe the life I've been living hasn't been the same
things that I once found comfort and love in, are the very thing that I despise
wanting not to be in the same environment
wanting not to be around the same people
wanting and needing a change so bad that I can taste it
but afraid of biting into it in fear that I'll be rejected by my peers
someone once told me to never force it or fight it
but how can I force something that feels so right,
and yet I fight it because it's I know that it's right for me
it's strange how I want the "good life" but not willing to work for it
the real happiness and joy the is given to me through Christ is almost thrown away
could it be said that I'm bringing my own misery my way,
or could it be said that my heart is wanting to be fixed...
screaming for help but not knowing how to express it
I once tied my belief in God with the believe in people
feeling as though if people hurt me, God would, too
feeling as though if people want worst for me, God does, too
but now I'm understanding that that's not true,
but tell it to the physical struggles in my life
crying myself to sleep at night,
I know that it's something better to live for
believing in just one Christ, I know Jesus is making me stronger
just to be closer to him is my desire,
because I wouldn't want to be closer to anyone else....
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.......just to be close to you is my desire...
sitting with my back against the wall,
I feel the pressure of life closing me in as I think about what's in front of me
mental fear and emotional disappointments have caused me to become bitter
placing too much trust in people has been my downfall
why must I feel this way?
so incomplete and unworthy,
depression and sadness shower my sunny days,
but only wanting it to get better
is it because I know that I've come this far that I must change?
that maybe the life I've been living hasn't been the same
things that I once found comfort and love in, are the very thing that I despise
wanting not to be in the same environment
wanting not to be around the same people
wanting and needing a change so bad that I can taste it
but afraid of biting into it in fear that I'll be rejected by my peers
someone once told me to never force it or fight it
but how can I force something that feels so right,
and yet I fight it because it's I know that it's right for me
it's strange how I want the "good life" but not willing to work for it
the real happiness and joy the is given to me through Christ is almost thrown away
could it be said that I'm bringing my own misery my way,
or could it be said that my heart is wanting to be fixed...
screaming for help but not knowing how to express it
I once tied my belief in God with the believe in people
feeling as though if people hurt me, God would, too
feeling as though if people want worst for me, God does, too
but now I'm understanding that that's not true,
but tell it to the physical struggles in my life
crying myself to sleep at night,
I know that it's something better to live for
believing in just one Christ, I know Jesus is making me stronger
just to be closer to him is my desire,
because I wouldn't want to be closer to anyone else....
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Vagina Chronicles
it's something like this....
a personality between my knees, but the only difference is that she has a mind of her own
even when I'm not aroused and feeling sexual, she's always in the mood
walking around with her is like walking around with my emotions
I can play hard and rough all I want to, but in the end I know that I'm a soft rose
entering into her gates is like a death trap if your intentions aren't right
must I continue to remind the men of the modern day world that she and my heart are connected
no matter what the circumstance, I feel as though she's my enemy at times
why must I have to carry around a target that all heterosexual males fall prey to
sometimes, I wish my vagina could be replaced with my heart,
therefore I would have my heart in two places
a man wouldn't have any other choice but to love me, because my vagina wouldn't be there
but thinking realistically, I know why God gave me my gift and curse
my gift to give life, and life more abundantly
my curse to give pleasure in ways a hand or mouth can not give
why must I think this way, so eccentric and blunt
but, the truth is told that my vagina is definitely separate from my heart and mind,
and yet they all tie in with one another
maybe I'm thinking too much into it,
maybe I'm not thinking enough at all
but, it seems to me that all women have gone through this, some going back and forth
don't get me wrong, I like sex just like the next one
but since when has sex been everything
must have my vagina parading with how I dress, act, or talk
seems as though the people are attracted to the raw energy of a sexual expressive individual
and yet, I don't like walking around speaking those vagina stories
in response to the wetness that falls from my thighs to knees, I'm sick of vagina...
rescue me, please......
this vagina chronicle of mine is a constant cycle, having a constant cycle
emotionally, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she
physically, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she
my vagina chronicles ties in with the fact that I'm more than just my vagina,
I'm an intelligent human being with goals, morals, and standards
but I can't ask a man to think the way I do, because most of the time,
he's thinking between his knees, meeting my vagina half way,
thinking of what's in between mine
.....Vagina Chronicles...
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a personality between my knees, but the only difference is that she has a mind of her own
even when I'm not aroused and feeling sexual, she's always in the mood
walking around with her is like walking around with my emotions
I can play hard and rough all I want to, but in the end I know that I'm a soft rose
entering into her gates is like a death trap if your intentions aren't right
must I continue to remind the men of the modern day world that she and my heart are connected
no matter what the circumstance, I feel as though she's my enemy at times
why must I have to carry around a target that all heterosexual males fall prey to
sometimes, I wish my vagina could be replaced with my heart,
therefore I would have my heart in two places
a man wouldn't have any other choice but to love me, because my vagina wouldn't be there
but thinking realistically, I know why God gave me my gift and curse
my gift to give life, and life more abundantly
my curse to give pleasure in ways a hand or mouth can not give
why must I think this way, so eccentric and blunt
but, the truth is told that my vagina is definitely separate from my heart and mind,
and yet they all tie in with one another
maybe I'm thinking too much into it,
maybe I'm not thinking enough at all
but, it seems to me that all women have gone through this, some going back and forth
don't get me wrong, I like sex just like the next one
but since when has sex been everything
must have my vagina parading with how I dress, act, or talk
seems as though the people are attracted to the raw energy of a sexual expressive individual
and yet, I don't like walking around speaking those vagina stories
in response to the wetness that falls from my thighs to knees, I'm sick of vagina...
rescue me, please......
this vagina chronicle of mine is a constant cycle, having a constant cycle
emotionally, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she
physically, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she
my vagina chronicles ties in with the fact that I'm more than just my vagina,
I'm an intelligent human being with goals, morals, and standards
but I can't ask a man to think the way I do, because most of the time,
he's thinking between his knees, meeting my vagina half way,
thinking of what's in between mine
.....Vagina Chronicles...
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Monday, June 28, 2010
A Secret Spoken
my thighs used to tell lies,
now they speak the truth
my nipples instantly become erect when I think of you
can't believe that I'm thinking these kinds of thoughts
should be ashamed of myself considering our mutual connection
however, when I view that sexy body, I'm overly amazed
it's something about your smile that sends tingles down my spine
not a crush, only admiration
wanting so bad to taste your honey, brown sugar love
knowing that I would get hooked, and stay that way
wanting to be addicted, addicted to you
my eyes and mind play games when you're in my presence
creating short films of us passionately,
always giggling before I get a chance to speak
oooooo, it's something about your demeanor
so educated, intellectual, and driven
yes, oh yes, I'll always be a fan of your personality
can't you see,
can't you see sweetheart of the things that I dream?
lust takes over me to the highest extreme
why?
it must be because they is something about you,
something about you that my insides cream
dripping from panties like a faucet,
wanting you to make me scream....
yes, oh yes, my secret has spoken
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now they speak the truth
my nipples instantly become erect when I think of you
can't believe that I'm thinking these kinds of thoughts
should be ashamed of myself considering our mutual connection
however, when I view that sexy body, I'm overly amazed
it's something about your smile that sends tingles down my spine
not a crush, only admiration
wanting so bad to taste your honey, brown sugar love
knowing that I would get hooked, and stay that way
wanting to be addicted, addicted to you
my eyes and mind play games when you're in my presence
creating short films of us passionately,
always giggling before I get a chance to speak
oooooo, it's something about your demeanor
so educated, intellectual, and driven
yes, oh yes, I'll always be a fan of your personality
can't you see,
can't you see sweetheart of the things that I dream?
lust takes over me to the highest extreme
why?
it must be because they is something about you,
something about you that my insides cream
dripping from panties like a faucet,
wanting you to make me scream....
yes, oh yes, my secret has spoken
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
KoKaine Love
the sniff of the powder, is like the sniff of your cologne
so sexy and indeed powerful, I'm speechless when you're around me
a swag so different, others try to imitate your style
only difference is they can't match your inner mystery and the unique demeanor of your grace
I have to say, looking for another of your type will be hard to find
like a secret admirer, I find it a joy of mine to watch you in action...
addicted like a drug addict,
my thoughts are evermore high when I'm placed in the essence of your personality
shy, but not cautious
seen, but not flashy
wish some could take what you do into consideration, but they won't
something different, yet something fly
milky skin with the sexy eyes
that YO YO YO has got me hypnotized
can't even lie, the KoKaine Love is the fantasy in which I fantasize....
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so sexy and indeed powerful, I'm speechless when you're around me
a swag so different, others try to imitate your style
only difference is they can't match your inner mystery and the unique demeanor of your grace
I have to say, looking for another of your type will be hard to find
like a secret admirer, I find it a joy of mine to watch you in action...
addicted like a drug addict,
my thoughts are evermore high when I'm placed in the essence of your personality
shy, but not cautious
seen, but not flashy
wish some could take what you do into consideration, but they won't
something different, yet something fly
milky skin with the sexy eyes
that YO YO YO has got me hypnotized
can't even lie, the KoKaine Love is the fantasy in which I fantasize....
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The Love Within the Writing
speaking my soul in the depths of the pen and pad,
I'm careful of the words that I choose to express how I feel
understanding my works is something that you have never misused,
only taking it in like the breath of life, living off of the passion which is most evident
others may not think that what I have done is unique or something
"just a poem," they might say
but you see deeper than that
unveiling the inner most thoughts and secrets of my heart
a dedication of my soul, a piece of me given to you
I despise when you read your life to spectators
for they don't understand what I understand when your deliver your craft
honestly, I'm hurt at the idea of you sharing your artistry with anyone but me
opening my tears, unlocking my diary
keep in mind that I'm a sensitive artist, even more sensitive about my works
breaking me down in a poetic form, my inspiration lies within you
the love within the writing is you feeling me when I'm feeling you in my poetry
not wanting anything else but you,
the love within
the talent embracing, please oh please don't leave me
artistically I feed off of your energy
causing me to be weak at my knees
climaxing at the highest peak,
listening to me dramatically read my love for you within
I'm speechless....again
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I'm careful of the words that I choose to express how I feel
understanding my works is something that you have never misused,
only taking it in like the breath of life, living off of the passion which is most evident
others may not think that what I have done is unique or something
"just a poem," they might say
but you see deeper than that
unveiling the inner most thoughts and secrets of my heart
a dedication of my soul, a piece of me given to you
I despise when you read your life to spectators
for they don't understand what I understand when your deliver your craft
honestly, I'm hurt at the idea of you sharing your artistry with anyone but me
opening my tears, unlocking my diary
keep in mind that I'm a sensitive artist, even more sensitive about my works
breaking me down in a poetic form, my inspiration lies within you
the love within the writing is you feeling me when I'm feeling you in my poetry
not wanting anything else but you,
the love within
the talent embracing, please oh please don't leave me
artistically I feed off of your energy
causing me to be weak at my knees
climaxing at the highest peak,
listening to me dramatically read my love for you within
I'm speechless....again
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Celibacy Thing
the thought of my kitty not being scratched is something that once bothered me,
but yet, I definitely can distinguish my vagina from a hole in the wall
decided that I'm worth more than just a fuck
decided that I wanted a man to see me as the blessing that I am
no need for me to walk around with sex in my walk unless I wanted to be perceived that way
I believe that this celibacy thing will work
don't get me wrong,
every woman has a little freak in her system,
but every man in town doesn't have to know
kind of thinking that it's time for me to keep that treasure box for a man in love with me
understanding that I am a sexual being, sex is something that my body craves
but my mind craves intellect and education
my heart craves the same love and attention that I give out
my eyes crave the sight of a man belonging to just me
I crave the satisfaction that I am more than just a piece of meat
since my body is the temple of Christ,
I want to present my body to him as a living sacrifice,
not some sex tool for the next man and definitely not a playground for AIDs or HIV
this celibacy thing here, is just right for me....
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but yet, I definitely can distinguish my vagina from a hole in the wall
decided that I'm worth more than just a fuck
decided that I wanted a man to see me as the blessing that I am
no need for me to walk around with sex in my walk unless I wanted to be perceived that way
I believe that this celibacy thing will work
don't get me wrong,
every woman has a little freak in her system,
but every man in town doesn't have to know
kind of thinking that it's time for me to keep that treasure box for a man in love with me
understanding that I am a sexual being, sex is something that my body craves
but my mind craves intellect and education
my heart craves the same love and attention that I give out
my eyes crave the sight of a man belonging to just me
I crave the satisfaction that I am more than just a piece of meat
since my body is the temple of Christ,
I want to present my body to him as a living sacrifice,
not some sex tool for the next man and definitely not a playground for AIDs or HIV
this celibacy thing here, is just right for me....
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Tears From His Eyes
laying across the bed, feeling lonely and lost
the very existence of their relationship seems to be based on a lie
trying his best to keep it all in, it's hard to hide the heartbreak he's enduring
his very soul and mind, tied with his heart has guided him along the way
scared that he won't be able to love again, he hides behind a slight smile
even though his emotions are screaming for love within,
society teaches the man to never show those emotions,
but I say, cry if it allows you to let go of the pains and struggles of your past
especially if it's for the darkness of false pretenses, coming to the light
laid across his pillow, he refuses to let her see him like that
almost as if the angel of death had come in to sit at the foot of the bed
all he wanted was for her to tell the truth, because he had always been honest with her
it seemed as though his tears didn't phase her, no sympathy for the pain and wounded
not understanding why it happened, he knows that he has to move on
although, most men find it better to fix unfixable problems instead of carrying on
tell him that he will be loved again
tell him that he can love again
never understood why women always mistreat the good men
I guess it's because our hearts are more damaged than we think
the tears from his eyes let him know that....he needs a better love, again....
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the very existence of their relationship seems to be based on a lie
trying his best to keep it all in, it's hard to hide the heartbreak he's enduring
his very soul and mind, tied with his heart has guided him along the way
scared that he won't be able to love again, he hides behind a slight smile
even though his emotions are screaming for love within,
society teaches the man to never show those emotions,
but I say, cry if it allows you to let go of the pains and struggles of your past
especially if it's for the darkness of false pretenses, coming to the light
laid across his pillow, he refuses to let her see him like that
almost as if the angel of death had come in to sit at the foot of the bed
all he wanted was for her to tell the truth, because he had always been honest with her
it seemed as though his tears didn't phase her, no sympathy for the pain and wounded
not understanding why it happened, he knows that he has to move on
although, most men find it better to fix unfixable problems instead of carrying on
tell him that he will be loved again
tell him that he can love again
never understood why women always mistreat the good men
I guess it's because our hearts are more damaged than we think
the tears from his eyes let him know that....he needs a better love, again....
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Ice Cold Breeze
....PULL IT!
....PULL IT!
stomping the ground at full force, the sound of the whistle is loud and clear
hearing him pull that train a mile away
it is evident that the untamed gorilla is coming through
wearing OLD GOLD and BLACK so proudly,
he is finely dressed in a Black suit and Gold tie,
style so sexy and exclusive
only a pharaoh could make it look as good as it does
bringing an Ice Cold Breeze my way as he passes,
my mind is blown away at his swagger and presence
the Eqyptian tales of his beginning opens my thoughts to newness
with such a stern look on his face, the ape instinct kicks in
it's something sexy about his demeanor
speaking of no challenge being too hard for him
speaking of no situation being too tough,
he's intimidated by no one, for he's a king in his own way
pulling through the crowd,
that Α Φ Α is shown stamped on his chest and arms
eyes telling many stories of his journey
distinction in his voice that could stop a crowd
gorilla sounds coming from left and right,
the jewels within his personality are evident now, more than before
again, sending those chills up the spine and down the breasts
it's clear that he's not like the rest
oh no, he's an Alpha man......just the absolute best
the founding grounds of the elite
imitators fall at his feet
he is the Ice Cold Breeze, dare not to ever be approached with defeat
Ice Cold Breeze
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ButterKream and Karamel Flavored (NUPE Edition)
something sweet to my taste, something exciting to my body
I just love the way he karries himself, so smooth and brand new
swagger, immakulate
attitude, priceless
he's special in such a way that keeps my attention
the temperature rises and my heart skips beats when he's around
I get so kaught up in the moment when I see him
skin reminding me of my favorite butterscotch kream kandy,
golden like honey, thick like karamel
his sex appeal is ridiculous, konstantly taking my mind to new heights
his high maintenance behavior is nothing queer, only sharp
the haircut is always fresh with waves rippling through his scalp
well manicured face and full lips start off my imagination
I kan never forget his sexy smelling kolonge and sexy smile and wink,
to top it off, he wears his green NUPE shirt so sexy
yes, oh yes he's the ButterKream Flavored Kappa
used to have something against men his komplexion,
koming in the shades of a kreamy white to a light toffy
but he's opened my eyes to something different
don't think I won't go back after what he's given me
knowing his inner mystery, his Krimson makes me Kream
kan't get enough of him, just want to bask in everything that he is
the ButterKream, Karamel Flavored Nupe, delivering those Krimson blues
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The Nupe
he unwraps the treat without even thinking
kontinues to keep his conversation going as I'm looking
dress in khakis and fitted dress shirt,
I find his taste of klothing to be exceptional
but even more admiring his konversation
he's intelligent, definitely not the stereotype of the streets
walks with his head high, never looking down
he makes it a point to stare another man in his eyes when greeting,
holding a firm handshake, not budging at all
it seems as though nothing intimidates him, not even I
he's not interested in my outer beauty,
only kurious about my heart and mind
he asks questions. he draws konclusions. he asks around.
the seriousness in him is sexy,
even though I don't make it a chore to point it out
I'm kareful not to offend him,
but at the same time it seems as though he's judging
he's observing always because he wants to be aware of his surroundings
keeping his circle small, and the female kontact even smaller
kreated a tight-knit bond with the brotherhood,
although his identity lies in HIM
down to earth kind of fellow, but all about business
sure, he kan shimmey like the rest of them, but pleasure is after hours
he makes it known that he's a Nupe, nothing more and nothing less
strictly konfidential, he knows how to keep his lips sealed
his discretion isn't frowned upon, although I kan't quite read him
the mystique kills me, but it draws me near him
he's a man of God first, definitely a man of Kappa Alpha Psi in the end
in the strides of his walk, each step konfirms of his authority
kontinuing to meditate with that peppermint kandy, he makes his moves
making sure that he's always the polished diamond, kut to precision
I admire the man that he is, never to questionned
pride himself on knowing that he's the greatest
son of Diggs, product of his environment
he's the kind of man that you will always see excelling
makes it a priority to leave the khildish things behind him
why?
because he's a man the understands transition, growth, and development
proudly wearing that Krimson and Kream, the Nupe in him is evident
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Last Night
it was something about you at that particular time that made me think of a romance novel
I played like the atmosphere was the setting, while we were the characters
almost as if I was under the sheets reading each page, our actions reflected the words on the sheet
like imagination turned reality, I just couldn't believe the things that we did last night....
from the Mascato, to the candle-lit dinner
I basked in the essence of being close to you during the evening
thinking about our slow dancing, how your body swayed with mine in such a sexual way
I thought about the slow and sensual kisses that we delivered, making my knees weak
thinking about the way you commanded my body to the point of allowing me to reach my peak
the tasting of my body from your tongue and lips,
to the thrusting deep inside of me with the power of your hips
I just wanted more and more of you
wanting to just lose control,
I didn't want to let go,
I didn't want to say no
wishing that last night wouldn't have ended, I'm tripping off of the fact that you have me sprung....
just another female in love, again
last night....
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Tell It to my Broken Heart
like the feeling of drowing under water, I can't quite get back up
trying my best to fight death, I'm only thinking about the me being without you
and yet, I'm already without you
going back and forth in my mind as to why I'm still holding unto you
wanting so bad to date and try new things, but I'm reverting back to the old me
crying constantly at the fact of you loving someone new
thinking of you and her making love, enjoying each other's company
I reminisce on how good you used to treat me, wondering if you're doing the same with her
trying my hardest to hold back the tears, leading to my misery
understanding and knowing that I feel like nothing without you
sounding so desperate and incomplete, I hear the voice of the wise speak
"let your heart heal honey," is what they tell me
"you've got your whole life," is what they suggest
tomorrow is not promise, so those things are just lies told to sothe the pain of a heartbroken woman
why must I be alone, especially when I have so much to offer
knowing that I was your first lover
can tell you anything that you want to know about you, because I was there to know you
missing my best friend, my lover, my one
telling myself that I don't need you for anything
and yet, I'm lying to myself again
missing the times when you used to hold me, kissing me so passionately and sweet
missing the times when I was your main concern, and you were the priority
missing the times when our heartbeats were always matching no matter how far apart we were
missing the times when we discussed our future
missing the times when it was us against the world
missing the innocence of young love
missing us
tell my broken heart to patch itself back up
to stitch away the pain, hurt, and loss
tell it to dismiss the memories that we once shared
the true passion and love of us
tell it that it must never love again, only to escape the heartbreak
because it's true that the love is lost
tell everything to my broken heart as to why it keeps holding onto you....
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trying my best to fight death, I'm only thinking about the me being without you
and yet, I'm already without you
going back and forth in my mind as to why I'm still holding unto you
wanting so bad to date and try new things, but I'm reverting back to the old me
crying constantly at the fact of you loving someone new
thinking of you and her making love, enjoying each other's company
I reminisce on how good you used to treat me, wondering if you're doing the same with her
trying my hardest to hold back the tears, leading to my misery
understanding and knowing that I feel like nothing without you
sounding so desperate and incomplete, I hear the voice of the wise speak
"let your heart heal honey," is what they tell me
"you've got your whole life," is what they suggest
tomorrow is not promise, so those things are just lies told to sothe the pain of a heartbroken woman
why must I be alone, especially when I have so much to offer
knowing that I was your first lover
can tell you anything that you want to know about you, because I was there to know you
missing my best friend, my lover, my one
telling myself that I don't need you for anything
and yet, I'm lying to myself again
missing the times when you used to hold me, kissing me so passionately and sweet
missing the times when I was your main concern, and you were the priority
missing the times when our heartbeats were always matching no matter how far apart we were
missing the times when we discussed our future
missing the times when it was us against the world
missing the innocence of young love
missing us
tell my broken heart to patch itself back up
to stitch away the pain, hurt, and loss
tell it to dismiss the memories that we once shared
the true passion and love of us
tell it that it must never love again, only to escape the heartbreak
because it's true that the love is lost
tell everything to my broken heart as to why it keeps holding onto you....
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Feeling of a Daddy
it's something in how you hold me
the way that you guide my step
how you correct me when I'm out of line
just allowing the "daddy" in you to be evident,
as you mold me to be the woman that you will cherish and love
I enjoy your masculinity, such strong and dominating ways
how you're willing to remind me that you're the man,
in that I will just relax and be your rose of sweet fragrance and elegance
I'm thankful that you understand that I'm independent, but you want to go the extra mile
watching you take me out, open my doors, and take care of the bill
it's sexy to see that you got me, just like I got you
when I'm at my sadiest moments, I find comfort in your words
allowing your arms and chest to be open for my consoling
I feel like a little girl in her daddy's lap
I'm thankful for you
being my inspiration, my love, my lover
catching me smiling at every thought of you
just feeling like the happiest girl,
knowing that you have the feeling of a daddy
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the way that you guide my step
how you correct me when I'm out of line
just allowing the "daddy" in you to be evident,
as you mold me to be the woman that you will cherish and love
I enjoy your masculinity, such strong and dominating ways
how you're willing to remind me that you're the man,
in that I will just relax and be your rose of sweet fragrance and elegance
I'm thankful that you understand that I'm independent, but you want to go the extra mile
watching you take me out, open my doors, and take care of the bill
it's sexy to see that you got me, just like I got you
when I'm at my sadiest moments, I find comfort in your words
allowing your arms and chest to be open for my consoling
I feel like a little girl in her daddy's lap
I'm thankful for you
being my inspiration, my love, my lover
catching me smiling at every thought of you
just feeling like the happiest girl,
knowing that you have the feeling of a daddy
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Chocolate Blues
hitting every note possible, I'm drinched in his mystique
the melodies of his spirit press through his sexy, full lips
not being able to help myself, I begin to stand up, moving my thighs and hips
I call him, "Chocolate Blues," for his skintone reminds me of the sweet morsel
caught in the midst of his performance, I hear his heart and soul
wanting to just join on the stage, I tie down the lust to hear his struggle
from his child hood to the problems of being an adult, I want to hear more
the Chocolate Blues of this man is just enough...
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Essence Loves Nay Jonez
poetry meets music.
a love/hate relationship mocked by the mere understanding that geniuses can't just be friends
a war of the arts, it's understandable that we need each other for stability, encouragement
too prideful to admit, but the artistry is more than just talent, it's love
deep inside, the soul and heart bleeds through our work
having our own special code, no one else is able to grasps the momentum between us, like us
it's sad that we can't even get along to match the creativity
in all that is said, Essence loves Nay Jonez
however, Gerald and De'Shundra are too stubborn to allow Essence and Nay to love, again
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a love/hate relationship mocked by the mere understanding that geniuses can't just be friends
a war of the arts, it's understandable that we need each other for stability, encouragement
too prideful to admit, but the artistry is more than just talent, it's love
deep inside, the soul and heart bleeds through our work
having our own special code, no one else is able to grasps the momentum between us, like us
it's sad that we can't even get along to match the creativity
in all that is said, Essence loves Nay Jonez
however, Gerald and De'Shundra are too stubborn to allow Essence and Nay to love, again
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Rejuvenated Love
it's refreshed like the cooling waters,
I'm excited about our reconnection
thinking back to the times when our unity was more than broken
I had to give you your space
keeping my distance, I would think of you often
not wanting to let anyone see me sweat
I didn't talk about you much, nor did I seem concerned with your new personal life
but deep inside, I was hurting
only wanting to be the girl that you do anything with
wanting you to always be there for me
never wanting to share the spotlight, I'm glad that the time did us justice
now, we have something to look forward to
leaving the past in the past, I'm thinking optimistic about us
for we are not just getting back together, but making our bond stronger
our love is rejuvenated, never to go back to what it was, but to be made better
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Secretly in Love with You
whenever your name is mentioned, my stomach gets tight and I fall prey into getting emotional
it's something about you that makes my knees weak and my head to become light
I know that my feelings toward you are strong, but I don't want to push you away
it's sad to say, but I'm in love with a man that may not love me back
wanting to get over my fears, I picture me telling you how I feel
but, whenever I get the chance, I become nervous and my words become silent
I am so afraid of your rejection, that I would rather someone else to tell you how I feel,
but they would not even be able to express my feelings the way I could
in telling you what's real
I notice every little thing about you
remembering every story that you tell, I even know your favorite things to do
whenever we have conversations, I'm intrigued about how much you really know
I get excited at the fact that you open up to me in ways that you wouldn't do other women
so I continue to ask questions, because I'm always wanting to know
thinking closely of our connection, I'm not sure exactly how you see me, nor do I care to ask
the truth is that I'm secretly in love with you
I want to tell you, but I don't want to tell you
I guess I'll just be content with the friendship, instead of revealing what's really inside....
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it's something about you that makes my knees weak and my head to become light
I know that my feelings toward you are strong, but I don't want to push you away
it's sad to say, but I'm in love with a man that may not love me back
wanting to get over my fears, I picture me telling you how I feel
but, whenever I get the chance, I become nervous and my words become silent
I am so afraid of your rejection, that I would rather someone else to tell you how I feel,
but they would not even be able to express my feelings the way I could
in telling you what's real
I notice every little thing about you
remembering every story that you tell, I even know your favorite things to do
whenever we have conversations, I'm intrigued about how much you really know
I get excited at the fact that you open up to me in ways that you wouldn't do other women
so I continue to ask questions, because I'm always wanting to know
thinking closely of our connection, I'm not sure exactly how you see me, nor do I care to ask
the truth is that I'm secretly in love with you
I want to tell you, but I don't want to tell you
I guess I'll just be content with the friendship, instead of revealing what's really inside....
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Sexy Brother From the Club
at the club on a Friday night, he is the first thing that I spot
the tallest, most muscular frame
bald-headed with the softest skin and the sexiest smile
his body language and walk spell out S-E-X
walking past him, my thoughts run faster than a marathon, including my heart beat and body temperature
pausing, I revamp my trip to just walk past him again
mingling in the crowd, trying to get as close to him as I could without being obvious
standing next to him in the midst of the crowd, I notice and begin smelling his sexy cologne
wanting so bad to kiss on his neck, I know that I must get my hormones under control
admiring his full lips and chocolate skin, I must be rescued from my thoughts
fitted so scrumptous in his suit, it doesn't make any sense for him to be that fine
having been satisfied with the visual, I switch my full hips and round backside to the bar
after ordering my drink, I notice him and a woman headed to the dance floor
seeing the fact that she came with him, I assume that they're together
picking up my glass, I form my own thoughts about the couple......
sitting at the bar drinking my Hennessey and Strawberry flavoring
I can't take my eyes off of him
full of sexual tension, I become warm between my legs
sweat dripping from my head, I get up to walk around
wanting to dance close to him, I'm tempted to walk up and interrupt his flow
tossing my hair back and forth, my jealousy rises
"she don't know what to do with him," speaking to myself
"she can't dress, act, or handle a man like that," thinking out loud
I know that he has a woman
I'm not home wrecker, never to mess up a happy home
but I'm a hater, hating on his chick
something in me just wants to say fuck his woman
just wanting the opportunity to take him to my place and have my way with him
but, my "good girl" style won't allow it
especially considering that he's not the only sexy brother in here
after sitting back down, I order another drink
turning around in my seat, I watch them dance so passionately and sexually,
seeing myself catch an attitude, I just pay for my drink and headed to the door
thinking back to what I saw, I daydream about he and I dancing so slow, so sensual
laughing at my petty jealous, I could only imagine if I would see him again
but...maybe another Friday night
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
Like a Butterfly
feeling my problems weighing on my shoulders, tears begin to fall
so tired of the struggles that I've been through, I constantly ask God, "why me?"
fed up with the cards that I've been dealt, I no longer want to play the game
thoughts of suicide running through my head, I can't imagine why I person would want to live with pain
as I close my eyes, I only think of the outter reaction towards my circumstances
I don't want to look back, but it hurts to want to move forward
trying my hardest to talk myself out of it, I walk towards the edge of life
looking down, I realize that I have nothing to lose
so as a fearful man, cowardly handling my situation, I lift up my hands and I jump.
on my way diving to the ground, I think of myself as a butterfly
wishing I had wings, I would travel to a place where I couldn't be found
I'd change my name, my hair; I'd even change my mindset
never again will I allow people's opinions to define me
never again will I allow myself to mix in with mediocrity
scared to make a change on my own, I'll blame my problems on others
not liking the reflection in the mirror, I would mask my insecurities with makeup, an attitude, and anger
only wanting to be in another woman's shoes, I'll give my life to see what joy and happiness looked like
but, it's almost over as I am almost to the ground
hearing the screams of the crowd below, I'm kind of tinkled at their reaction
but I'm happy that I won't be like a caged bird anymore
almost at my death, I've seen my life pass before,
only wanting God to be a person just to hold me
but it's over for me...
seeing the light after the tunnel, I know Hell was never mentioned like this,
but I realize that God has given me a second chance
a chance to be a different me, embracing my inner talents, love, and sexuality
swimming in my creativity, I know that I'm an individual
instead of taking my own life, I'll rather give
give to a world for them to know that I'm a living testimony
brought to you by the living God, Jesus Christ
I don't have to live in pain again
for I know that I'm worth this precious life, because he paid it all on the cross
like a buttefly in the Springtime, I'm free.....
free to love. free to live. free to be me.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
New Orleans Heat
sweat falling from her forehead, it leaves a trail running down her breasts
upper lip and palms moist at the idea of her love for this man, inner-locking with lust
the sound of saxophones playing in the background, the jazz melodies speak of her desires
like the water from the Mississippi River flowing through her heart, I see that cajun mystery within
it's something about his mystique ways that has her on her toes
saying his name with her accent, I'm under the impression that she's been bitten by the love bug
walking around with the Salmon Pink lips with her Apple Green flavored scent,
someone is bound to notice her demeanor within
like an episode off of the television screen, she has been channeled to this one particular station
they say that he's the Krimson and Kreme type,
the smooth brother like the Hennessey poured over ice in a glass
well put, sexy smell, just cut to precision
the beauty of the masses, I know that he is what she is thinking, as she is what he is thinking
as the sun sets, the inner sexual tension is spilled over across the sky
mixed with colors of a painting, I'm waiting to see when they will make a final move
but, anything can prosper in New Orleans, especially that Louisiana love blues
playing like a local band in a club, the sensuality is heavy in the atmosphere
can't believe that it is so evident, but it's something about that southern love
gentleman meets lady, can we please give them a round of applause
because I know in the end, the rose petals will be falling
the love of a man who loves a woman is the most beautiful display of affection
I just hope that Mississippi Country Boy knows what to do with that Louisiana Sweet Cotton
....New Orleans Heat
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Chocolate Covered Nupe (Spin-Off from The Twirl of His Kane)
his khokolate skin is something sexy to me
something like biting into a Hershey bar with almonds, he's something sweet to my tooth
twirling that kane in such a way, I bekome moist knowing that his sex appeal is evident
so smooth in every essence of his swagger
the hairkut, kardigan vest, khaki slacks, and green sneakers all spell out his delicious demeanor
making my temperature rise, I have to konstantly double look at his tall frame
full lips, licking them every sekond, I'm speechless at how he kan keep my attention
but, I guess it's bekause he's a khokolate flavored NUPE
my imagination is in full effekt
I undress him with my eyes
from his dark brown eyes to his muscular frame, I'm thinking about the prize inside the sweater
giving me a smile and a wink, I'm under his spell
wanting him to kome kloser, I think of him pressing my body against his
imagining his lips caressing my neck and whispering in my ear, I bekome even more intrigued
wishing I kould be slow grinding with every bit of his moves, I giggle at my thoughts
making the famous sound, I watch him shimmey to "Freaky Girl," "Sho' Nuff," and "Lick"
I'm spellbound, not paying attention to no one else but him
bekoming jealous at every females' reaction to his show, I walk away to my own special place
keeping my eyes on him, I kan't help but smile and kontinue thinking
the krimson definitely has me kreaming...doing something to my mental
once before, he told me that he was the DIAMOND that I was looking for
telling me that he is The Reason YO Girl Can't Sleep at Night
telling me that he is Kut Precisely to Fit in between YO Girl's Legs
telling me the he is YO Sexual Fantasy at Night
telling me that he is the DIAMOND Stutted Taking Piktures with YO Kamera
telling me that he is the Krimson that Makes You Kream
telling me that he is YO Favorite Pretty Boy NUPE
ignoring his arrogant ways, I still kan't take my eyes off of him
all of that khokolate doesn't make any sense to be that damn sexy
just top knotch and amazingly sweet
on the tip of my tongue, making the kream from my knees run....
he's the khokolate flavored NUPE
the diamond in my sky
the reason why I kan't sleep at night
the kut that precisely fit in between my legs
the fantasy of mine at night
the diamond that stunts in my kamera as I take piktures
the krimson that makes me kream
the favorite pretty boy NUPE of my choice
the favorite NUPE that I think about.....
yes, like the syrup on top of the strawberry, he's the khokolate kovered NUPE
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Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Alpha
he's Ice Cold
he's Ice Cold
they say that he's the first,
I don't doubt their convictions and beliefs
his demeanor is just so sexy
made with such masculinity and sex appeal,
he's nothing like his peers
personality of a champion,
I admire his words and actions derived in excellence
carries a swagger nothing like what I've seen
something like watching a movie on a theatre screen
yes, he's different
yes, he's in a category of his own
consuming my thoughts and conversations
I have to say that he's got all of my attention
because, I'm definitely feeling that Alpha man...
ice cold breeze brushing through my hair
my heart is warm at the fact that I know that he's a real man
colors of old gold and black, I must say that he's crafted to stand alone
no diamond or pearl can touch the distinction of that jewel
whether he's casually dressed, or the stud of society in a suit or slacks
yes, I must say again, he's different
yes, I must say again, he's in a category of his own
consuming my thoughts and conversations
I have to say that he's got all of my attention
because, I'm definitely feeling that Alpha man
guerilla instincts with the ability to be kind hearted and passionate
no dog, no dove, no rappit can compare to him
keeping on my toes, I feel as though I must always be on my "A" game to match his style
yes, I must say again, he's different
yes, I must say again, he's in a category of his own
consuming my thoughts and conversations
I have to say that he's got all of my attention
because, I'm definitely feeling that Alpha man
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Another Woman's Man
playing house, I see them portraying the perfect couple, but I know the truth behind the lies
the fact is, I'm the other woman sleeping with Another Woman's Man
I don't ask for much, just his attention
but in the mix, I get other extensions to the deal
he throws me money, his car, and mostly the sex
it feels good to have this brother all over my volumptous frame
kissing every inch, showing more passion than any man that I've ever slept with
sexing me powerful and sensual, causing tears to fall from my eyes everytime
call me crazy, but my emotions can't get too attached
simply because I'm sleeping with Another Woman's Man
he calls me frequently, saving my number under the name of Joseph Seaton
she doesn't suspect anything, so he thinks
she's smarter than what he says, because I do intentional things to give me away
started wearing lipstick so that it shows on his shirts and jackets
started wearing louder fragrances so that she smells me off of him as soon as he comes through the door
started calling later so that she think Joseph and her man have something going on
started leaving marks on his body so hard to cover, so she could see the work I put in
call me scandously, a whore, or homewreacker...but judge him as well
he came onto me and not vice versa, I'm just sleeping with Another Woman's Man
checking his phone calls, texts, and emails...yes, I leave a trace
I could picture those long and sorry tears coming from her face
he can't even sleep in his own house, afraid that his wife will put him out
whenever he has to sleep on the couch, he takes his car keys and dips out
out to my house, my bed, my insides
deep stroking his pain
sucking his frustration
gripping and slapping his anger away
if you ask me, I'm helping him with his therapy, just so he doesn't go home and hit that woman
the same woman that is the constant reminder of mine that I'm the "other woman"
but it's our secret that I'm sleeping with Another Woman's Man
it comes down to it, I want him to leave her
he's complained long enough, plus the cheating
I've been in their house, driving their car, spent their last of money, being his true star
but, I didn't get to enjoy the family moments
no I've never met his mother at all
I know it's sad, but I didn't want that at first
he treats his children so good, but made me abort twice since we've began
I don't understand why I've stayed, but I can't leave him alone
he stopped returning all my calls after she served him seperation papers
I was there when he needed me, now he's gone
yes I had this coming to me, but I thought I won
dealing with his shit just to have one...but not to call my own
crying constantly at the fact of him leaving me, even though he's already left emotionally....
I guess that's what I get for sleeping with Another Woman's Man
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Pink Lipstick Kisses to Georgia
it started with one Conversation
from then my thoughts have been racing,
trying to figure out why I haven't met such a brother around my way
something like a dream, but made reality
the chocolate brother, Mississippi bound, now in Georgia is something of my sweet endeavor
can't quite put my hand on it, but it's something about him
maybe it's his intelligence that keeps me going
intellecutal and cocky, arrogant at the fact that he knows that he's smart
however, I can never underestimate him, fore I'm only going by my thoughts and perceptions of him
or
maybe it's his sensuality and sex appeal,
or the fact that he said, "every woman deserves to be made love it," that keeps me there
the fact that in my mind we made love often in the heat of passion and desire
rising my body heat to the maximum peak, I have to take a breath in the moment of thought
or
maybe it's the fact that I can't have what I want
simple because he's taken and living in Georgia
the idea of forming something with him is ridiculous...but...tell that to my thoughts
so, instead I send my pink lipstick kisses to this man
letting him know that I understand and see the worth in him
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from then my thoughts have been racing,
trying to figure out why I haven't met such a brother around my way
something like a dream, but made reality
the chocolate brother, Mississippi bound, now in Georgia is something of my sweet endeavor
can't quite put my hand on it, but it's something about him
maybe it's his intelligence that keeps me going
intellecutal and cocky, arrogant at the fact that he knows that he's smart
however, I can never underestimate him, fore I'm only going by my thoughts and perceptions of him
or
maybe it's his sensuality and sex appeal,
or the fact that he said, "every woman deserves to be made love it," that keeps me there
the fact that in my mind we made love often in the heat of passion and desire
rising my body heat to the maximum peak, I have to take a breath in the moment of thought
or
maybe it's the fact that I can't have what I want
simple because he's taken and living in Georgia
the idea of forming something with him is ridiculous...but...tell that to my thoughts
so, instead I send my pink lipstick kisses to this man
letting him know that I understand and see the worth in him
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Monday, May 3, 2010
Body Heat
thank you God for creating such a being
skin smooth like butter and muscles sculpted so sexy, I can't take my eyes off of him
chocolate coating all over his body, I'm getting a sweet tooth just looking at him
making my hormones run all over the place, I try to keep my composure
thoughts still racing, my body temperature is rising
secretion falling down my thighs, I can't help but continue the movie of us in my mind
thinking of your masculine ways and deep voice, I'm becoming more turned on
it's true that opposites attract, considering the fact that you're a man and I'm a woman
I let out a slight giggle, laughing at myself and my pre-teenage curiousity run loose
thinking to myself, "I'm too old for this," but I must keep myself a lady
yes, I understand that we're grown, but I can't allow you to see me at my worst
well, my worst being sexual
but, I'm thinking too much in the instance because you're not aware of my thoughts
my body heat is rising still as I keep thinking of you, but I set that aside for now and continue to walk
getting one last look, I see why I needed to continue walking
damn...my body heat
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Love to My Eyes
didn't think twice at the fact that you would be the one that I would crush on
out of my norm, you're weren't the typical guy that I would fall for
but, there was something about you that made me want to dig deep
learning things about you without asking you became my guilty pleasure
didn't want anyone to know that I was admiring you from a distance
but, I can't help the fact that you're intriguing to me
the way you carry yourself is sexy
from the way your dress, the scent of your cologne, great hygiene, to you beautiful smile
you definitely continue to catch my eye
I can't get my mouth to open up and say anything to you
the only thing I can get myself to do is to look at you
just admiring the blessing that God put forth in a man's body
yes, I do have love to my eyes, by looking at you
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
The Essence of Daddy
hold me
touch me
kiss me
love me
sex me....
just a gentleman, with his gentle ways and soft appeal
I'm intrigued at how the way he grabs my attention without doing too much
keeping me wanting more, I'm excited every time he and I speak to each other
milk chocolate skin mixed with my butterscotch delight
there is nothing like him that I've seen thus far
my mind, body, and soul is at your attention
waiting for you to speak that goodness that you do everyday
checking up on me when things are not right
celebrating the successes of my life
damn, could it be this good?
am I dreaming to think that he's all of mine?
in my mind we're always going back and forth
giving me attention, making love, and such more
yes, he has the essence of daddy, whether he's mine or not
but I can't be no fool to think I'm going to stop his show
not the type of female to break up a happy home, but if comes my way, I won't leave him alone
quiet whispers matched with a deep sexual attraction
it's more than the body to him, more like my heart and spirit
but, he's not mine, and I'm not his, but he has the essence that I'm constantly looking for
he is the essence of a daddy
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
With the Twirl of His Kane
klick klick, klack klack...
klick klick, klack klack...
never seen something so sexy,
I must admit that I've been struck by kupid
hearing the sound of the sex appeal koming forth,
I kontinue to reflect on the sexiness of this man
dressed down in the most fitted POLO and the most crisp slacks
all I kan say is, "damn he's sexy!"
smooth like the taste of Hennessey, the brown skin pretty boy has got me hypnotized
wearing that krimson and kream like the sweet and tangy peppermint locked between my lips and cheek,
I kan't help but wonder what is his mystique
not taking my eyes off him for a sekond, I bekome more intrigued by his style
the smell of his kologne has got me wanting to kome kloser to him
katching his eyes watching my figure, he hits me with a YO, YO, YO
his kane flips and twirls in the air, finally hitting the ground so gracefully
I love how he twirls his kane, twirls his kane, twirls his kane
his strolling is so perfekt as he shimmies to the floor
knelling back, he askes his frat a question
reading his lips, I see my name being said
he continues to give me a show, saying my name
I love how he says my name, says my name, says my name
eyeing his "K" brand of his arm, I kan't help but to be turned on
patting his chest and moving his hands in such a suave way, I'm too into the scene
all I can think about is him
so sweet
so sexy
so pretty...just a god in his own way
they say that he's a Nupe,
changing my mind about the rest of what I've seen
no Omega
no Alpha
no Sigma
no Iota man can even touch his swag
yes, oh yes
there is something about him, as I watch the twirl of his kane
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Daddy's Little Girl
...spun of "The Love Once Spent...
I keep telling myself that I am a big girl, I do not need daddy here with me
but tell that to the little girl within me who only wants to play with that little boy within him
tell her that she cannot have what she wants
tell her that he does not want to play with her anymore, and watch her cry
watch her ambitions burn in flames
watch her heart turn into coal.....
you would think at my age I would be over the whole "daddy" theme in a man
but the truth is, wanting a "daddy" within a man is what makes my heart beat faster,
knowing how it feels to be loved by a real man is something I have not had the experience to enjoy
but I know how it feels to be spoiled with the attention that you deserve, including the love
having a masculine and dominant being there that knows how to be sensitive and sweet,
where would such a man be?
having someone who believes in business and order, but can unwind and have a good time, too
is such a man like that around?
having someone who is willing to correct me, while molding me to a better woman
could that be a person only of my fantasy?
thinking of my heart, I cannot leave out the young girl within me
my father raised her to be a woman, but at times he still would find time...
find time to love her, spoil her, encourage her, and understand her struggles
it is almost like two different girls stay in the same body
while one is developing herself to be better within society,
the other is waiting for the hero just like her father
never could the two mature together, never could the two agree on one man
my past revealed two opportunities for such a desire of mine,
but I have allowed my "grown" self to ruin those moments
wanting control so much, but not willing to them steer my ship
however, that little girl just wanted attention, but the grown girl would not let that side show
why?
because she's hurting, too
but, she's too prideful to admit that she wants to be loved by daddy, too
Daddy's Little Girl
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I keep telling myself that I am a big girl, I do not need daddy here with me
but tell that to the little girl within me who only wants to play with that little boy within him
tell her that she cannot have what she wants
tell her that he does not want to play with her anymore, and watch her cry
watch her ambitions burn in flames
watch her heart turn into coal.....
you would think at my age I would be over the whole "daddy" theme in a man
but the truth is, wanting a "daddy" within a man is what makes my heart beat faster,
knowing how it feels to be loved by a real man is something I have not had the experience to enjoy
but I know how it feels to be spoiled with the attention that you deserve, including the love
having a masculine and dominant being there that knows how to be sensitive and sweet,
where would such a man be?
having someone who believes in business and order, but can unwind and have a good time, too
is such a man like that around?
having someone who is willing to correct me, while molding me to a better woman
could that be a person only of my fantasy?
thinking of my heart, I cannot leave out the young girl within me
my father raised her to be a woman, but at times he still would find time...
find time to love her, spoil her, encourage her, and understand her struggles
it is almost like two different girls stay in the same body
while one is developing herself to be better within society,
the other is waiting for the hero just like her father
never could the two mature together, never could the two agree on one man
my past revealed two opportunities for such a desire of mine,
but I have allowed my "grown" self to ruin those moments
wanting control so much, but not willing to them steer my ship
however, that little girl just wanted attention, but the grown girl would not let that side show
why?
because she's hurting, too
but, she's too prideful to admit that she wants to be loved by daddy, too
Daddy's Little Girl
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The Love Once Spent
....I allow "Best Ex" from The Dream play as I write about "The Love Once Spent."
memories reflecting my heart like a book
reading through the chapters, I am filled with mixed emotions
I lay across my bed with tears falling from my face
never thought I would see the day that our romance would end
never thought I would see the day when our sweet words would turn into painful phrases of anger
never thought I would have to start over with love when I was happy where I was
never thought I would....
spilling through my radio, Chrisette Michele's "All I Ever Think About" sings of my struggle
the young love that I did not see when we first met,
I wish I could go back and change the circumstances that took place
however, I don't want to go back because I believe in moving forward
yet, I at least want to see where we would have ended up if...
would have
could have
should have ....are the consequences of my actions over?
we are no longer in love
we no longer love each other the way we used to
our conversations are nothing less than screaming,
the thoughts about each other are not pleasant as they once were
jealousy, hate, and heartbreak speak of our story
three months of bliss turned into a four year struggle to make things work
passion of the heart made a way for us to keep trying
the realities of life continue to tap our shoulders of curiousity
maybe were not meant to be?
maybe we are as compatable as we thought?
questions fill my head as I try to figure this out, and yet after all of this time, I have nothing
all I have are the memories of our first kiss, first argument, first recognition of our love
tell me why my heart is playing on the radio at the moment,
Toni Braxton sung it the best,
"just another sad slow song wreckin' my brain like crazy"
trying to keep from crying, I turn off the music to collect myself back to being calm
I kneel down to a corner in the room as I remain quiet
thinking why the love I want is not here
I begin to see why I'm alone...continuing to hold onto a love that is no longer there
now, I understandwhy I am so hurt inside
understanding why I am filled with so much pride
understanding why I am the way that I am, I lost a lot of my heart and love in you
I keep telling myself that I am a big girl, I do not need daddy here with me
but, how can you stop wanting something that I know exist, but not in my reach?
I know what it feels like to be loved, really be loved
I know what it feels like to love back, really love back
I know how it feels to see your everything leave your possession
I know how it feels to be without him
thinking back to my friends and what they tell me, I know that something maybe better
I believe that in my heart, my mind, my soul, my spirit
but tell that to the little girl within me who only wants to play with that little boy within him
tell her that she cannot have what she wants
tell her that he does not want to play with her anymore, and watch her cry
watch her ambitions burn in flames
watch her heart turn into coal
but, I know times will get better
I can only reflect on the best memories that we once shared
we have grown apart
we have moved on, but the thought continues to linger
The Love Once Spent
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
reading through the chapters, I am filled with mixed emotions
I lay across my bed with tears falling from my face
never thought I would see the day that our romance would end
never thought I would see the day when our sweet words would turn into painful phrases of anger
never thought I would have to start over with love when I was happy where I was
never thought I would....
spilling through my radio, Chrisette Michele's "All I Ever Think About" sings of my struggle
the young love that I did not see when we first met,
I wish I could go back and change the circumstances that took place
however, I don't want to go back because I believe in moving forward
yet, I at least want to see where we would have ended up if...
would have
could have
should have ....are the consequences of my actions over?
we are no longer in love
we no longer love each other the way we used to
our conversations are nothing less than screaming,
the thoughts about each other are not pleasant as they once were
jealousy, hate, and heartbreak speak of our story
three months of bliss turned into a four year struggle to make things work
passion of the heart made a way for us to keep trying
the realities of life continue to tap our shoulders of curiousity
maybe were not meant to be?
maybe we are as compatable as we thought?
questions fill my head as I try to figure this out, and yet after all of this time, I have nothing
all I have are the memories of our first kiss, first argument, first recognition of our love
tell me why my heart is playing on the radio at the moment,
Toni Braxton sung it the best,
"just another sad slow song wreckin' my brain like crazy"
trying to keep from crying, I turn off the music to collect myself back to being calm
I kneel down to a corner in the room as I remain quiet
thinking why the love I want is not here
I begin to see why I'm alone...continuing to hold onto a love that is no longer there
now, I understandwhy I am so hurt inside
understanding why I am filled with so much pride
understanding why I am the way that I am, I lost a lot of my heart and love in you
I keep telling myself that I am a big girl, I do not need daddy here with me
but, how can you stop wanting something that I know exist, but not in my reach?
I know what it feels like to be loved, really be loved
I know what it feels like to love back, really love back
I know how it feels to see your everything leave your possession
I know how it feels to be without him
thinking back to my friends and what they tell me, I know that something maybe better
I believe that in my heart, my mind, my soul, my spirit
but tell that to the little girl within me who only wants to play with that little boy within him
tell her that she cannot have what she wants
tell her that he does not want to play with her anymore, and watch her cry
watch her ambitions burn in flames
watch her heart turn into coal
but, I know times will get better
I can only reflect on the best memories that we once shared
we have grown apart
we have moved on, but the thought continues to linger
The Love Once Spent
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Monday, April 26, 2010
The Scent of His Cologne
he lingers like a sweet smell of sex and masculinity, my hormones are turned on
there is something about his demeanor to cause any scent on him to be of luxury
watching him walk around is something like a movie
from his freshing pressed clothing,
to the finely tapered haircut on his head like a crown of pearls and diamonds
he is the epitome of sex appeal, with the scent of his cologne
whenever I get around him, my thoughts are always racing
it makes him a better approach, a reason for me to spark a conversation
I get a high just to hug him, so that his scent is finally on my clothing
from him smile to his firm hand shakes, yes, I know that he's a man
full of swagger and drive
I just can run a list about him of the things that I love
but, for the most part, I just have a taste for the scent of his cologne
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
there is something about his demeanor to cause any scent on him to be of luxury
watching him walk around is something like a movie
from his freshing pressed clothing,
to the finely tapered haircut on his head like a crown of pearls and diamonds
he is the epitome of sex appeal, with the scent of his cologne
whenever I get around him, my thoughts are always racing
it makes him a better approach, a reason for me to spark a conversation
I get a high just to hug him, so that his scent is finally on my clothing
from him smile to his firm hand shakes, yes, I know that he's a man
full of swagger and drive
I just can run a list about him of the things that I love
but, for the most part, I just have a taste for the scent of his cologne
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Masterpiece Unfinished
my poetry doesn't speak the same volume as it used to, because there is no him
reminding me of that Brown Sugar kind of love
he's the Dre to my Sid
giggling like a school girl kissing a boy for the first time on the playground
when he reads my poetry, I get such a high that can not be matched
I love it when he tells me of my talent, even though I know what he is saying is true
hearing his voice is like healing for me
words of prophecy that can not be replaced
I hurt him at times, just like he hurts me
during the pain I find the strength to write how I feel, but the words never come out
not thinking about the pain, he is able to beast in the studio, but I know that I'm on his mind
been waiting for the time when our talents can cross each other's path
when the Writer meets the Freestyle.
when the Poet meets the Musician.
when the Artist meets the Artist.
love battles in the arts
I feel as though I need him there to guide the dividing line, but yet I don't need him
a feel as though he needs me to give him that keen ear, but yet he doesn't need me
holding unto him like a crutch, I must say that he has seen me grow
grow as a poet
grow as a writer, but I'm still not at my full potential
but, I know deep down, he would like to see me grow as a woman
so would I
...masterpiece unfinished
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Honey Sweet Love
thinking of the first time we kissed
I remember the bliss that I felt inside
the constant smiling on my face, feeling like a little girl
a crush developed into the real thing
wanting more love than the liking, just seeing the future with us
holding your hands, capturing the memories
Young Love at it's finest, I must say that you're the first
hardly anything immature, the love growing maturely
not paying any attention to the past, or the henderances of the present
I know that the love that you show is pure
it's made so passionately with your whole heart
the taste is sweet like honey, a joyous feeling of being in love
yes, oh yes, your love...honey sweet love
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Naked Truth
....go ahead girl, tellin' those lies...those little white lies
didn't you know that if you lie once, you must lie again
walking around with that attitude of hierarchy, please have a seat
inside bleeding and full of poison, you're dying and don't even know it
just, let me let you know that I know the Naked Truth about you
walking around with your head too high in the sky
sweetheart, since when did Jesus fall from Heaven, for you to replace?
tell me, tell me, why must you be the person that you are
just evil, full of more shit than a public restroom seat
don't know why you keep that trash up,
I know that you like drama like that
bad attitude mixed with the worst case of conceited behavior
girl, you even ain't all of that beautiful
who died and made you the ruler of all of America
sneaky ways like the serpon that tricked Eve to eat that apple,
so yes, I know the Naked Truth about you...
but, they say the truth hurts
I wonder how much it hurts when you start hearing the naked truth about you?
dying alone.
lonely and full of bitterness....get it together
but, one thing that I know that venegence is Christ's
I'll let him deal with you because he truly knows the Naked Truth about you...
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Adii's Heart
rhythm and blues ways, spoken in words through song
I hear her melodies, I see Adii's heart
goregous Nubian queen, Eqyptian beauty of Nefe
embellioused with ivy leaves, colors of pink and green
mocha eyes and Winter white smile
her physical prosperity seeks through
Yes, I see Adii's heart
spiritual blessing mixed with the spices of life
vulnerability of the emotional creature,
I noticed the compassion and desire within
sensitivity covered up with a cement stone,
I believe that her heart should be cherished
rolled back and arose like the third day,
I want to see her heart appreciated and adorn
don't look for the beholder
for he will find you because he has the key to unlock
bearing the sweetest kiss
caring the greatest love
Yes, it's a beautiful thing
Adii's heart, love within
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Red Bone. Good Hair.
yellow. red. pink. beige.
I've heard it all.
white girl. mixed. Indian blood.
I've heard it all.
what's up with all of the names
am I not just Black?
it shouldn't matter if my skin sun burns easily like the white folks
it shouldn't matter that I can pass for fair skinned during the winter weather
for all that it's worth, I'm still Black....yes Black as can be.
pretty hair. good hair. wavy with the curly
I've heard it all.
no nigger hair for you.
I've heard it all.
what's up with all of the strand examinations
am I not just Black?
it shouldn't matter that my hair doesn't kink up like the darker crowd
it shouldn't matter if just water and grease can be used on the scalp
for all that it's worth, I'm still Black...yes Black as can be.
I hate the way our skin is categorized
as if ALL BLACK can't be beautiful
stop allowing the WHITE MAN to oppress our beauty
because, if you didn't know God didn't make no mistakes on the darkies so to speak
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
I've heard it all.
white girl. mixed. Indian blood.
I've heard it all.
what's up with all of the names
am I not just Black?
it shouldn't matter if my skin sun burns easily like the white folks
it shouldn't matter that I can pass for fair skinned during the winter weather
for all that it's worth, I'm still Black....yes Black as can be.
pretty hair. good hair. wavy with the curly
I've heard it all.
no nigger hair for you.
I've heard it all.
what's up with all of the strand examinations
am I not just Black?
it shouldn't matter that my hair doesn't kink up like the darker crowd
it shouldn't matter if just water and grease can be used on the scalp
for all that it's worth, I'm still Black...yes Black as can be.
I hate the way our skin is categorized
as if ALL BLACK can't be beautiful
stop allowing the WHITE MAN to oppress our beauty
because, if you didn't know God didn't make no mistakes on the darkies so to speak
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Bus Stop
standing.
waiting, waiting for the next opportunity to come at 8:43
looking around at all of the fancy cars passing me with a stunted looks on their faces
where is she going?
what is she doing out there waiting on the bus?
well, why must you ask those kinds of questions?
you don't know my struggle. my past. my present. my future.
just because I choose to be patient instead of asking for a ride, doesn't make me distant
anyone who is anyone knows that being the greatest takes time
sure, I want to be riding around in a Jaquar or BMW, but I have to start small
most Negros want the big shit, but don't want a starting point
like going to a dealership with 5¢ in the pocket, but million dollar thoughts...
there is nothing more pathetic that a piss poor person with no ethics and drive
suited in designer jeans, blouse, 4inch stacked sexiness, and a handbag
you would think I would be rolling on those rims 20'' high,
but, I'm just walking this journey glamorously
standing at this bus stop
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
waiting, waiting for the next opportunity to come at 8:43
looking around at all of the fancy cars passing me with a stunted looks on their faces
where is she going?
what is she doing out there waiting on the bus?
well, why must you ask those kinds of questions?
you don't know my struggle. my past. my present. my future.
just because I choose to be patient instead of asking for a ride, doesn't make me distant
anyone who is anyone knows that being the greatest takes time
sure, I want to be riding around in a Jaquar or BMW, but I have to start small
most Negros want the big shit, but don't want a starting point
like going to a dealership with 5¢ in the pocket, but million dollar thoughts...
there is nothing more pathetic that a piss poor person with no ethics and drive
suited in designer jeans, blouse, 4inch stacked sexiness, and a handbag
you would think I would be rolling on those rims 20'' high,
but, I'm just walking this journey glamorously
standing at this bus stop
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Hot Coffee, Mississippi
I heard of the name, but haven't heard anything about it.
I heard you tell me that you love me, but I haven't heard any reason why I should believe you.
posted in the atmosphere like a snake in the grass
I can't believe nothing that comes from your lips
deep down in the swamp of triffling behavior, why do you even bother contacting me
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
why won't you act your age?
why won't you just be a man
but, I'm guessing that you couldn't complete such a task or adapt the nature of it
I'm wasting my time talking to you right now
watching paint dry or a wall crack would probably be more worth entertaining
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
country boy
country ways and country traditions, morals, and values
yet, I haven't seen a tradition, moral, or value with your connection to me
what is it with you?
you aren't as sexy as you think
you aren't as clever as you think
you're just a being walking around with male figures of masculinity: your dick
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
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I heard you tell me that you love me, but I haven't heard any reason why I should believe you.
posted in the atmosphere like a snake in the grass
I can't believe nothing that comes from your lips
deep down in the swamp of triffling behavior, why do you even bother contacting me
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
why won't you act your age?
why won't you just be a man
but, I'm guessing that you couldn't complete such a task or adapt the nature of it
I'm wasting my time talking to you right now
watching paint dry or a wall crack would probably be more worth entertaining
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
country boy
country ways and country traditions, morals, and values
yet, I haven't seen a tradition, moral, or value with your connection to me
what is it with you?
you aren't as sexy as you think
you aren't as clever as you think
you're just a being walking around with male figures of masculinity: your dick
you must obviously get a joy out of seeing me upset, hurting, and confused
but, I expect that out of a person who is behind in society like Hot Coffee, Mississippi
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
Purple Pumps, Pearls, and Pink Lipstick
You always said that purple resembled royalty.
You insisted that I wear the color because I was exactly that, royalty.
stepping high in my purple pumps, I imagine me walking on a runway
just you and me with millions of cameras snapping away to my sex appeal
enjoying the color on my yellow skin, you would tell me, "put those sexy pearls on!"
Pearls.
You always said that pearls were so classy on my skin.
You insisted that I wear pearls to show off my glamour side for anyone to see.
giggling like some six year old school girl, I would grace them around my neck so slowly
believing that nothing else was more beautiful than my body with just purple pumps and pearls
acting as though we were in a scene, I try my hardest not to laugh
the imagination of our role playing would excite me so anxiously
Pink.
You always said that pink was a color that matched my beautiful skin.
You insisted that I wear to bring out my cheek color and inward sexiness.
nothing was complete until I would put on that pink lipstick
long dark lashes, along with my skin smooth with honey beige
pink in your eyes made me pretty
Old English elegance, modernized with a taste of sexiness in the prissy stage
I just know that I was definitely sexy in my purple pumps, pearls, and pink lipstick
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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