Good Morning...

Warm body under cold sheets
I feel the pulse slow, even though this city never sleeps
The sun peeking through the shades cause my eyes to flutter under closed lids
I start to move to a more conscious state but I'd rather be dreaming about what he did
Somewhere in the middle I remember his presence above my skin
I feel his energy pulling mine up as his lips moved softly to my cheek, and then pressed in
I sigh happily because I think I must still be dreaming,
I feel my lips get wet in anticipation of what I'm needing
The softness of his touch contradicting how voracious he was last night
Like my passion was something he could just could ignite
He just sets my body on fire over and over again
I fight the love until my body starts to throb and just give in
Again I feel his energy come closer to mine
Feel his lips press against my lips, then my eyes.
I smile
He whispers "I love you" and his voice is so soft and deep
My eyes are still closed but my body is far from asleep
He kisses my forehead and I can feel my love start to form puddles of pleasure
Contract the muscles surrounding my passion to relieve some pressure
Lazily I drift back into a state of bliss
Remembering the satisfaction of every kiss
He stays a moment more, touches my hand before he leaves
I wake up recalling his actions like they were part of my dream
But I still feel his energy; I can relive each scene when I close my eyes
Thats my good morning, and I'll savor it, until he's back to give me my good night...

Keeping It Real

"Girl he's not even worth your tears!
Be strong; he already got you for too many years!
Don't give him another second of your energy or time,
You're too beautiful and talented to waste on his kind
He's a dog! He's a player! You can do better, and that's real!"
....Could you please shut the fuck up and give my heart a chance to heal?

I'm sorry. I know that you're just trying to help
I know you're trying to help me unfeel what I felt
But really? I need a chance to process this pain
Because despite what you think, I really loved what's his name
I know you never understood how I could fall for his type
But MY heart and MY love doesn't have to make sense in YOUR life
I'm not a child. I don't need you to fix what's now broken
That's my responsibility alone, all I need are your arms to be open
I just need to be able to talk to my friend
I just need you to listen and not say a thing
I don't need you to judge the tears I'm going to cry
And say "how could you be sad over that kind of guy"
That kind of guy wrote me the most beautiful words
That kind of guy's touch made me forget how to hurt
I don't need you to make me forget about the nights we lay in pleasure
I don't need you to parade new men and force me to choose, compare and measure
So don't tell me to ignore the weather.

If it's raining let me feel it so I know what it's like to be wet
Let me see the clouds form and the skies darken; the sun is NOT out....yet.
I will not drown in sorrow. I will not become consumed by this moment
But if I don't first hold it how can I ever let go of it...
Right?
Right.
There isn't a magic phrase or word you're going to say to make this better
So don't try; if this girl wants to cry, just let her.
I need to be honest to myself and feel what I feel
So when I do smile again, you'll know I'm keeping it real.

This won't be easy

This won't be an easy road.
I won't always be warm, some days will feel cold.
Sometimes the rain will seem unending and the clouds will seem static
The smile I dawn when you walk in a room won't always be automatic
You'll start to wonder if I'm still in love with you
Or has the time and the pain altered my view
But you can relax, love, you're a part of my song
You're the melody in my heart that will always belong
Sometimes I'll sing it off key or forget a few words
But it will always be the track my soul prefers
You may need to hold me up when I'm feeling weak
Or find the meaning in my actions when I fail to speak
But I promise to do the same through the laughter and tears
And you'll never have to wonder if anyone cares
I'll always be here.

Tweet said she doesn't care if she and him stay together
'Cause that's the part that never lasts forever
So even if tomorrow we find there's new experiences to be had
And the touch I crave is no longer from your hand
My love is unconditional; I will always feel you
And if you need me the concern I show will be real too

Right now we're somewhere between hello and see you soon
We can't tell if the 12 means midnight or noon
The waiting is cruel, so the patience is crucial
Don't pump your breaks or speed up; let's just float into neutral

Here We Go Again...

I think I got a crush on your wintertime style
That's why I always greet you with a blush and a smile
You think it's crazy that I still act so humble and shy
After all the personal attention you've given my inner thigh...
But that's just the way I am when I'm digging a guy
Move from low key to falsetto when he's digging me right
How we dreaming with no sleep through the entire night?
How you got me laughing and moaning til the sun's in my eyes?
That's your gift and my curse always making me sigh
Living in the moments where in your arms I die
Grounded in the moments where in your arms I fly
We take shallow steps in deep waters
You love me like we're trying to make sons and daughters
There is no anxiety, no questions, no regrets
Just staggered breathing, loving moans and a bed full of sweat
Thoughts filled with "yes"
Sinful what we're doing but I feel blessed
I feel like the best and you feel like my only
Even if you're just my temporary cure for lonely...

Now That You're A Memory

If you thought the way I loved you was a thing most would envy
You should see how I'm loving him now that you're a memory
He doesn't make me worry 'bout where...
He's been or who he saw or...
What club he went to with his homies
He's strong enough to hold me
So I'm nothing like the old me
Now I'm proud to sing our whole truth.
But I'm happy to have known you
Because of every lie you told me
I can appreciate his honesty
His roots run deep into this love we're committing
I don't have to hope for next lifetime to find a joy I can live in
He's my everything -
So everything I'm giving him
Are reflections of the inner him
So naturally I'm into him
Even when I'm out with him
(I'm loving him)
Because of him I'm over "him"
Now everything feels good again
So when I smile, it's not pretend
My lover, my leader, my best friend
He's not an addiction; he doesn't alter my reality
He's not an affliction; he's not the kind of man who hurts me
He's no contradiction; he doesn't say what he doesn't mean
He loves with conviction: there's no denying what he feels for me
So why wouldn't I give him all the best parts of my affection?
Of course I'm making his happiness my love's only intention!
He carries my heart like a King, not the court's best jester
So the baggage and the damage from you I never let fester
I shed myself of negativity because of everything he's given me
I love him like my power comes from the goddess Aphrodite
I love him with urgency
I love him with passion
I give him positive energy
He turns his promises into action

You never allowed me to give you this kind of love
You were shady and kept me bound without the warmth of the sun
No, you weren't the one.
But I guess it was fun.
And though I don't regret loving you, I'm glad that we're done.

And If you thought the way I loved you was a thing most would envy
You should see the way I'm loving him,
Now that you're a memory.

Rough Night

He said he had a rough day so I'll let him give me a rough night
I'll take the pain without putting up a fight
Or maybe I might...
Depends on how he wants me to react
Close my eyes and take it? Or push and pull right back...
Fact:
He's worth the rug burns and the red ass and tomorrow's wash and set
He's worth the dizziness I'll feel when his hands are around my neck...
I don't ever regret letting him make me sweat and getting me soaking wet
I'm getting a little hot thinking about what he hasn't even started to do yet...
My Mission: Submission
Willing lips will take a firm grip of just the tip then the whole stick...
Eyes tearing up from trying to swallow my meal whole
Back of my throat swelling up to the stroke's tempo
He won't let go
Hands on the back of my head forcing me stay low
I'm ok though...
And if he doesn't want to let that pipe burst where I quench thirst,
He'll pick me up and turn me over to where we started first
I'll let him take out all of his days frustrations until he reaches that point of elation
That's why he knows when he feels down I'll give him that elevation
My rough night is how I'll save him from his rough day
Then I'll stumble up and ask him "baby are you hungry?"

He Thinks I'm....

He thinks I'm beautiful
The kind of beauty you see during a sunset
'Cause when he's with me it's the only time he feels blessed
And when he's in me is the only time he's not stressed
Not the model dime chic in the club your homies consider a conquest
Not a pageant winning carbon cut out wearing a tight dress
...or much less...
Yet still my beauty he admires on my worst day
And when we touch he proves he wants me in the worst way
He makes me come before and after like Friday to Thursday
He's never stingy with his love when it comes to word play
I must say-
He's in love with more than just what I appear to be
He takes the time to know the desires of the inner me
He encourages the talents even I don't see
And when I doubt, he kisses me slow until I too believe
...I'm beautiful.