Just Need A Minute

Says he just needs a minute
And I gave him over 365 days
Time doesn't seem to be on my side
Or be enough to change his ways
When love entered our collective vocabulary Hope grew new wings
But the cage of broken promises rendered them two useless things
...and we all know why the caged bird sings...

Sign over my head says "work in progress"
And the errors in my early construction are basically harmless
But there's cracks in his foundation he's never bothered to mend
So he threatens to collapse with a change of the wind
...but we're friends.

So I roll up my sleeves and say let's fix it together
He says cool, but gimme a minute 'cause my design could be better
I tell him he's crazy, the design is perfect; one of the most beautiful ever
And if we don't start soon this minute could turn into forever
...but whatever

He's already shut the doors so I can only comment from the exterior
Yell to him but through the concrete my voice sounds inferior
Those locked doors hold me back from his past,
They guard the secrets in his present he thinks I can't look past
He doesn't see the future's coming fast

Said he just needs a minute
But I gave him over 365 days
Time doesn't seem to be on my side
Or be enough to change his ways
After a while I say I'll come back later, and I head for the gate
He says he's ONE SECOND away and pleads with me to wait
...Its been 7 months to the date.

Tho he's let me in the main entrance, I've never seen the master suite
But he says it will be amazing and he can't wait for me to see it
I've adjusted a few mirrors, hung the address on the door
And I've told him I could really be helping a lot more
He just acts like he doesn't hear me; another locked door.

Gave him a minute then an hour then days now its a year
Try to head back but realize we've built a maze in here
Now I'm stuck between fighting for my own escape
Or fighting to help someone I love find a much better fate
Tough choice to make..
 
I guess I just need a minute
 
Note:  This blog was inspired by Chris Classic's "NeedAMinute" on the mixtape SummerClassic3 which is available for free download here
 

 
 
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Request Approved

This time, this man kisses my lips
My center goes somewhere left, right, and eventually dips
Down to a place where I drip down so he can drown
I've felt his lips against mine before
But this time, this man better give me more
We taste like gray goose and lust
You can call it love minus the trust
Minus the us, we're just two kids at play
Two bodies of energy pushing the limits of the day
I say, "What are you doing," as his hands previously roaming intentionally
Find its way to my belt and undoes it carefully
Kissing me from my lips, to my cheek, up my neck and to my ear
He says"shut up," in a whisper but my body heard it loud and clear
He's in charge of this night as it creeps towards day
I no longer hold the lust I'm feeling at bay
No; I obey
I feel the material slide down my thighs and over my calves
Unconsciously lift my feet as he pulls them past
As he separates my legs I'm thinking, "Please let him enter"
Instead I feel him merge his kiss with my throbbing center
His tongue cool in contrast to the heat I emit
Dives into warm puddles that scream what I won't admit
My eyes close and I feel myself starting to fight
But he grips my thighs and everything feels soooooo right
Arching my back I hear my breathing get staggered and heavy
Soft moans exit into the air; my energy's in some kind of frenzy
I exit in and out of consciousness, float through levels of awareness
My mind once unsure of what I needed is now at it's clearest:
I need him.
I need him to touch me where I've been longing to be touched
To kiss me where I've no longer felt loved
To take the pressure I know he must feel growing
And release it within the walls from which this river is flowing
I'm so fucking open

...

(to be continued)

Guest Feature: Reality TV

It's like a movie screen that flashes across my eyes. These visions of you, I and that stroke. It doesn't cause heart failure but the limousine you drive that parks so perfectly in my garage does give me palpitations.

Closing my eyes that movie screen becomes HD as I see the sweat drippin from my brow, feel your tongue glide across my skin. Asking how I taste, your moan let's me knw how sweet and sticky your tastebuds feel, enjoyin that first layer and craving the next.

Our hands clasp and your thrust sends me over the edge. Biting my lips, tightening my thighs...you whisper in my ear, "talk to me"....I tell you go faster but wait! Not that fast, right there. Covering every inch of the egyptian cotton, these gymnastic-like movements occur. I grip, you push, I scratch, you pull...wondering if your suspended in air using one hand to easily apply those rhythmic movements to my backside.

My mouth waters as the back and forth movements drive my spine insane. I wanna taste you but your grip feels so good. Breathing heavy, scalp drenched, the operatic sounds from my vocal chords reach pitch tones unimaginable....I scream your name, you scream mine as you bounce me up and down your column of ecstasy.

Pulling my hair, you arch my back...I close my eyes and right before I explode, I open them and realize your in front of me...fully clothed, smiling...asking me if I'm ok....drifting off into this fantasy of mine occurs each time I see you but you'll never know. Scared to approach, I keep it all inside, until the right time....if there is a time...but now, I'll settle for the screen across my eyes.

Written by @AlwaysVaughny

I love him

He looks at me with beautiful brown eyes that are just like mine
His whole little body's comforts and joys, expectations and needs found between our gaze
He holds me hostage with no chain. For him I'm a willing slave.
He coos orders; his cry is like a crystal bell I run to answer
For that one perfect smile in that one perfect moment in time
I'd run through Hell...
10 little perfect toes
1 little perfect nose
I call him my perfect gift; my Love's truest wish.
There is no better feeling than my beating heart comforting him into a deep sleep
His tiny hands resting on my chest
I'm spoiling him - I know.
I should lay him on his own, maybe run some errands while the time is my own.
But I'd rather stay in this zone.
Perfectly still I let the sound of his breathing secure my happiness.
These are the moments I'll miss when time marches him through his terrible twos, his confusing adolescence and his angry teenage years.
Time is so cruel. I close my eyes and pray that maybe these seconds can be longer than the rest.
Give me just a little more time to enjoy this.
As much as I want to stay in this quiet perfection, I want to wake him so I can see his eyes go bright at the sight of me.
I want to recognize his father's smile when his cheeks go up in innocent bliss.
No words spoken from his little mouth.
That's how I know love isn't something you receive with words...it's something you feel.
My being bursts with the love I feel for and from this tiny angel.
This perfect gift.
My Love's truest wish.



I don't have any kids but, it is my greatest wish to someday be a mom.