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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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

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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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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Chocolate Blues

hearing him sing, I snap my fingers and sway to the beat
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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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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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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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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Like a Butterfly

as the wind blows, I swallow my last bit of feeling that I have left in my body
 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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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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Chocolate Covered Nupe (Spin-Off from The Twirl of His Kane)

his krimson makes me kreme....

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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The Alpha

he's Ice Cold
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

I giggle at myself when I think of him and her, the fact that she doesn't know what I know about him
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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Body Heat

as sweat drips from your body, I'm put in the thought of a movie scene
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

I rememeber the day when I first laid eyes on you
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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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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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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