More Than That

I once had a man gone in 60 seconds;

He reached his peak before he could even conjure up a full word to speak.

I'm so good at tapping into your energy and amping up the power until everything is clear

Skilled as a concert pianist; I touch you here, sound comes out there.

I can play you hard and fast or soft and nimbly;

Apply the meaning of a melody to the movement of our bodies.

Maybe in another life I was an Empath...

Because I feel what you feel and then I make it last

I can satisfy someone I care for by knowing exactly what they're craving

And I'm not ashamed that what I do with my tongue is kind of amazing

I enjoy every minute of making you squirm

But there's so much more about me to learn....

From this same mouth that kisses you into a frenzy and tastes you into submission

I speak words that I wish you could see beyond a bedroom vision.

My mind is so much more than capable of handling your body's needs

I need more than just the vibrations your penetration always makes me feel

Beyond the supple soft mounds of flesh on my chest you love to caress

Beats a heart that should be considered more often; not less.

My legs can walk beside you as you travel through the light and the dark

They can even lead you to happiness beyond that which you feel when they're spread apart

These hands can build a love greater than one you'd ever even hoped...

How about I try your ego instead of that rod of power the next time you need something stroked?

I'm just saying: Can we connect beyond that level of intimacy?

Or is my belief that our pleasure can go beyond your phallus just a fallacy?

I'm more than a temptress, seductress, or a lyric in a Nicki Minaj song

(You know, the one I giggle to whenever it comes on...)

I'm more than curves and body and soft and delectable

(Even though I love the way you find my desire so edible)

I'm more than a reason to get hard

I'm more than your personal porn star

I'm more than hot sex on your platter

I'm more, but that doesn't seem to matter.

What's crazy is the closer you get to the heart of me,

The stronger my appetite becomes in that part of me...

You do the math.

Had An Idea

(Inspired by a tweet by @Baj25)

I had an idea of us,
But the idea was stronger than the truth of us,
And the truth was heavier than the dream of us
So the truth is I envied the belief of us,
Is that clear enough?


Picture us playing house,
Scene 1: I'm on the couch
You walk in and say "hey baby," I answer back something kinda lazy
Dropping your bags you tell me that's an unacceptable greeting
I grin wide because I knew what that look in your eyes was meaning
You come at me fast and I hop up and run,
Cat and mouse chases are always kinda fun.
I'm gonna let you catch me (or rather I'm gonna fall in to you)
Breathlessly I'll kiss your lips and whisper "Hi baby, I missed you"
You'll smack my ass and say, "So what's on the menu?"
I'll say something smart like, "I was thinking maybe I could have a little you..."

I had an idea of you
But the idea had a through-my-sunglasses view of you
And the truth was always hidden by my need for you
So the truth is I was falling for the shell of you
Did you see it too?

Picture us falling in love
Scene 2: The city's dripping with the energy we dream of
We walk through concrete jungles and wind up by lakes and parks
The laughter following us as the evening grows dark
Taste the flavors of each experience through a lustful kiss
No rush to leave this moment; nothing is as important as this
The lies you used to utter aren't an option when you're with me
The truth you used to hide you reveal with aching sobriety
And when I cry in your arms I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed
You protect me from the fire, the lightning, the thunder and the rain
I'm safe with you. I'm free.
I'm always able to just be me.

See, I had an idea of us,
But the idea was stronger than the truth of us,
And the truth was heavier than the dream of us
So the truth is I envied the belief of us,
Is that clear enough?

Broken Heart

What's a broken heart?
It's nothing but a damn good reason for a better start.
A reminder that this world will always try to tear you apart.
So you can let it, or you can take heed to the lesson taught.
Broken hearts serve as filters for your reality
Floating on cloud 9 all the time impedes clarity
Only way to appreciate comedy is to endure tragedy
We only place value on life because of mortality

This truth is from the girl who was in love with a lie
From a girl flawed in ways you can't see with your eye
She owns a heart that's been rebuilt over and again
Each time the structure gets harder to bend
Like the will of a champion vs. the wants of a fool
Equally motivated, but only one comprehends the rules
You can only conquer what you first thoroughly understand
Each defect as important as each brilliance of a plan.
So while you learn to fly, you have to learn to fall
Right has no meaning if you never felt the consequences of Wrong

So yeah, I've been hurt...but I own that like badges of knowledge
Each time I'm willing to try again? That's just proof of my courage
I cried a river, built a bridge, then got the fuck over it
And while I forgave, there's no time for that do-over shit

A broken heart is necessary for its connection to pain
I no longer hide; I dance in the rain
So when the sun shines I don't neglect its embrace
Or take for granted the warmth of each ray on my face

My broken heart is preparing me
So when the love that's for me comes along...

I'll be ready.

Makes No Sense.

He doesn't quite make me crazy
But he pushes me towards the line
Leaving is always an option...just not sure if it's mine
Never in love but we chase each other through fiery storms
Knowing that if we ever caught each other we'd do nothing but burn
But when he's had a bad day I just wanna fuck him til he feels better
Chemistry so sick only in the ocean would it be wetter
That's a little harsh, I know, but that's the energy he brings
That's the damage of a storm without the presence of winds
That's what fire does. It greedily consumes the air.
All the while emitting a heat and a glow that draws you near.
Insane passion repeats the same disturbing ritual
Pretend to care so much we confuse fiction and factual
Did I mean it when I said stay? Or when I said go?
Did he mean it when he said yes? Or when he said no?
If you understand me you're probably stuck in a similar labyrinth
This kind of stupidity must be based on some kind of talent.
Makes no sense to try to justify intentionally being so wrong
But your version of right hasn't appealed to me in so long