"u jst wnt dddy 2 ht thm wllz dntchu."
a statement, not a question; no question mark. more confidence arrogance cockiness than a chick like myself can handle. hate to admit it but i'm addicted to swag. intelligence laced wit hood - or vice versa. get that stance like you know you're the shit. raise your eyebrow when you look at me. purse your lips. give me that half smile. don't take off your cool til i strip for you.
actually...strip me. make me stand there while you stare at me. look me up and down like you just can't wait to have your way with me. turn me around and unbutton my top, slide it off and let it drop. unhook bra... drops to the floor. turn me back around and squat down to unzip my boots... left then right. put them to the side. hands caress thigh from knee up to...warmth through the denim. unbutton and unzip jeans, pull them down to the floor. red lace staring you in the face, pull down to see -
- 2 b cntd
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
the dedication
Disco Inferno
Maybe we were married in a past life
Or Siamese twins
separated, adopted and here we are face to face again
You’ve introduced me to my own alter egos that I never knew existed
Persisted if I tried to observe your brilliance from the sidelines
when I was afraid that I couldn’t keep up with your pace
My face is flushed
I’m breathless but
lure me to the floor and help me sweat out this fresh perm
Take me by the hand and watch my body squirm
as I tease with my hips and purse my lips
swaying hypnotically to your cadence
Intensely and with fluidity I’ll follow you
like the tide abides by the moon
with adagio steps balanced by allegro heartbeats
Aroused by each line you speak
like a soft touch between my breasts
The fire spews from your fingertips (yes)
and burns me to life
I lick my lips and give my best
As I’m hypnotized by the bass line and my
ears ring with my own screams
combined with your encouragement, “Don’t stop…don’t stop”
Steam rises from thighs and
Camisole strap falls off shoulder
Ass claps and hair falls in eyes
Chandelier earrings jingle
From of the corner of my eye I catch a voyeur
Scared to mingle but
boldly staring through her jealousy
gettin off on our intimacy
Makes me perform exquisitely
one or two positions for her viewing pleasure
She winks at me
Goal achieved, I fall back into the reverie that is you and I
where space transcends time and
the possibilities are infinite
From Stevie Wonder to Missy Elliot
Spin that shit Mista DJ
and I wont stop… won’t stop
Make me sing along to your songs
my Bacardi-kissed breath fillin the air
Force those hoes to stare at my body while I wind it to your beats
as the bass pulsates like pussy walls approachin orgasm
Gimme some ol’ school Prince to drown the day’s stress
as I press my body against hers
make me fall deeper in love with you
every 16 bars an affirmation that you were placed here for me
and ‘til I danced to your rhythm I was never complete
Maybe we were married in a past life
Or Siamese twins
separated, adopted and here we are face to face again
You’ve introduced me to my own alter egos that I never knew existed
Persisted if I tried to observe your brilliance from the sidelines
when I was afraid that I couldn’t keep up with your pace
My face is flushed
I’m breathless but
lure me to the floor and help me sweat out this fresh perm
Take me by the hand and watch my body squirm
as I tease with my hips and purse my lips
swaying hypnotically to your cadence
Intensely and with fluidity I’ll follow you
like the tide abides by the moon
with adagio steps balanced by allegro heartbeats
Aroused by each line you speak
like a soft touch between my breasts
The fire spews from your fingertips (yes)
and burns me to life
I lick my lips and give my best
As I’m hypnotized by the bass line and my
ears ring with my own screams
combined with your encouragement, “Don’t stop…don’t stop”
Steam rises from thighs and
Camisole strap falls off shoulder
Ass claps and hair falls in eyes
Chandelier earrings jingle
From of the corner of my eye I catch a voyeur
Scared to mingle but
boldly staring through her jealousy
gettin off on our intimacy
Makes me perform exquisitely
one or two positions for her viewing pleasure
She winks at me
Goal achieved, I fall back into the reverie that is you and I
where space transcends time and
the possibilities are infinite
From Stevie Wonder to Missy Elliot
Spin that shit Mista DJ
and I wont stop… won’t stop
Make me sing along to your songs
my Bacardi-kissed breath fillin the air
Force those hoes to stare at my body while I wind it to your beats
as the bass pulsates like pussy walls approachin orgasm
Gimme some ol’ school Prince to drown the day’s stress
as I press my body against hers
make me fall deeper in love with you
every 16 bars an affirmation that you were placed here for me
and ‘til I danced to your rhythm I was never complete
Monday, January 26, 2009
stream of consciousness
this shit could be dangerous, just puttin my unedited thoughts out here... but whatevs. here we go:
ms biel (beil? nah... definitely i before e haha) used to have us do this in sophomore english. i miss high school. i miss gym clothes and cutting class and lunch period. bullshit study hall (i never had it but lynnette did so she'd be available for cutting with me, especially when i was on my "cut honors chemistry for 5 weeks straight" streak. wild days those were). i miss college too. my dad always said "college is a microcosm of the real world." i beg to differ. i mean... yeah there's different types of people and there's gratuitous sex and alcohol consumption. but in the real world there's no dance team and black student union (unless you're talkin NAACP but please don't get me started on al sharpton's perm havin ass). there's no meal plan and free gym membership and (damn i need to start workin out again! i don't know what people see when they think i'm of average size... actually, lemme take that back. i KNOW i'm average size but the average american is overweight so... plus i ain't never been about average in all my days).
i feel like going off on a tangent about averageness. jay-z said somethin to the effect (affect? damn my mind is shit today) of... gotdammit i wanna get the wording right so i'ma have to play the song right quick. ha. well whatever because i have about 75 of his songs in my itunes and i can't think of which one it is right now. but somn about havin extraordinary figures, he ain't no ordinary nigga... look around [at what he has], that ain't what ordinary gets ya. basically what i try to live by. you can only happen to have one of the illest lives on the planet if you happen to be one of the illest people. and at that point, it ain't happenstance.
ok and i digress...
chicago's weather is ass. each year it gets more and more unbearable. i almost didn't go to work this morning, not because i didn't feel like working, but because i didn't wanna brave the cold. and sometimes i find myself staying late for the same reason. it sucks that it gets dark so early and light so late. oooooh i miss those summer days when no matter what time you leave in the morning, it's already warm and sunny. and i especially love those sticky nights. even when it's dark, it's still hot. throw some friends in the car, open the sun roof, ride to the lake, throw on some shit with a neptunes beat, put the windows down and hang your bare feet out, grab a bottle from behind the seat and just chill. or (cuz now my mind is all on "sticky" and i'm not gettin laid as often as i'd like these days - dammit i HATE it. makes me feel like a nympho cuz it's always on my miiiind.. but whateva) those nights in the apartment, candle light and a fan, windows open, no AC, that cut somn playlist on, under the sheets inspite of the heat, sweat beads and sticky skin...mmm enough of THAT
i'm tired of people walking past my office and saying hi to me. i firmly believe that if you don't have much of shit else to say after the "hi" then you really didn't even need to say anything at all. you say "hi" and keep it moving, i yell out a "hey" without even looking up from my "work" and now what? this empty feeling inside. ha!
ms biel (beil? nah... definitely i before e haha) used to have us do this in sophomore english. i miss high school. i miss gym clothes and cutting class and lunch period. bullshit study hall (i never had it but lynnette did so she'd be available for cutting with me, especially when i was on my "cut honors chemistry for 5 weeks straight" streak. wild days those were). i miss college too. my dad always said "college is a microcosm of the real world." i beg to differ. i mean... yeah there's different types of people and there's gratuitous sex and alcohol consumption. but in the real world there's no dance team and black student union (unless you're talkin NAACP but please don't get me started on al sharpton's perm havin ass). there's no meal plan and free gym membership and (damn i need to start workin out again! i don't know what people see when they think i'm of average size... actually, lemme take that back. i KNOW i'm average size but the average american is overweight so... plus i ain't never been about average in all my days).
i feel like going off on a tangent about averageness. jay-z said somethin to the effect (affect? damn my mind is shit today) of... gotdammit i wanna get the wording right so i'ma have to play the song right quick. ha. well whatever because i have about 75 of his songs in my itunes and i can't think of which one it is right now. but somn about havin extraordinary figures, he ain't no ordinary nigga... look around [at what he has], that ain't what ordinary gets ya. basically what i try to live by. you can only happen to have one of the illest lives on the planet if you happen to be one of the illest people. and at that point, it ain't happenstance.
ok and i digress...
chicago's weather is ass. each year it gets more and more unbearable. i almost didn't go to work this morning, not because i didn't feel like working, but because i didn't wanna brave the cold. and sometimes i find myself staying late for the same reason. it sucks that it gets dark so early and light so late. oooooh i miss those summer days when no matter what time you leave in the morning, it's already warm and sunny. and i especially love those sticky nights. even when it's dark, it's still hot. throw some friends in the car, open the sun roof, ride to the lake, throw on some shit with a neptunes beat, put the windows down and hang your bare feet out, grab a bottle from behind the seat and just chill. or (cuz now my mind is all on "sticky" and i'm not gettin laid as often as i'd like these days - dammit i HATE it. makes me feel like a nympho cuz it's always on my miiiind.. but whateva) those nights in the apartment, candle light and a fan, windows open, no AC, that cut somn playlist on, under the sheets inspite of the heat, sweat beads and sticky skin...mmm enough of THAT
i'm tired of people walking past my office and saying hi to me. i firmly believe that if you don't have much of shit else to say after the "hi" then you really didn't even need to say anything at all. you say "hi" and keep it moving, i yell out a "hey" without even looking up from my "work" and now what? this empty feeling inside. ha!
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