Daily situations resulted in this blog.

Imagining the day…


Good morning with a smile
   a smile that lasts
   not for a short while.
Hugs throughout the day
   even if its a hundred
   without something slick to say.
Flowers, an expression for me
   no words at all
   just love to see.
A night of Passion
   slow music and candles
   making love, that’s lasting.
Rose tips trace my body
   skimming every curve
   has me feeling so sexy.
Just my imagination thinking
   intense love
   given, without asking.


10/08/2012 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The element of me


Fire, passionate
romance, warmth, desire, wild
blazing intense love

05/07/2012 Posted by | Haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment



I wish I were her
that woman, that lady, that girl
the one who occupies your mind
that one whom you’ll always find time
the one you dream of
her, the one you love
that woman you want
never embarrassed to flaunt
the lady you think about
that one who feels your love, without a doubt
the girl who has your heart
your canvas, she’s picture perfect art
the woman you’re so proud of
giving her your love, never enough!

05/03/2012 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

If he were mine…

I talk to him as often as possible, though its not right. The sound of his voice makes me want him like crazy. I imagine the shape and movement of his lips as my name rolls off his tongue. What would it be like to have this man whispering in my ear? The things he says through the phone, would it sound the same if he were with me? Am I crazy for wanting someone I’ve never met? Something about his tone, his accent, his words, and his voicemails to me….

Meeting someone for the first time not knowing what to expect, other than what you’ve been told. Everything isn’t always as it seems. Thinking you have a complete package in one. Just knowing this is it!   ….and then….WOW!!! there he is, kinda tall, dark skinned, slim, bowlegged, smooth skin, eyes are just as I imagined, his mouth is perfect, his lips put me in lust,  waves on point, he gets closer…then in that first hug, I reach around I can feel this amazingly deep dip in his back, my head on his chest, and through this first hug, I feel his heartbeat. At that moment it felt too good to be true…

Going to my place, I giggle like a little girl who has her first crush. Wanting to say so many things, sweaty palms, heart racing, nervous, wondering, “What does he think of me? What’s on his mind? How far will this go? Is this what I want? Am I what he wants? Are we getting in over our head?” So many things in thought. Trying to hide my nervousness, though its so obvious… I have no idea what to talk about. On the phone there’s so much to say, but once face to face…a giggly mute girl. Thinking to myself, damn this man is sexy. His voice was just as wonderful in person as over the phone. I must admit though, it was more intriguing on the phone not knowing how it would be side by side.

Welcoming balloons covered my ceiling as we entered. It was almost as if he’d left for a little bit and returned home. Was this reality, was this really happening? “How did phone conversations and emails come to this? Could he be the man of my dreams? Is there something he’s hiding? Is this fate? Are we meant to be?” As I go back to questioning myself again. Snapping out of it…enjoying him here after all the conversations, he’s really in my domain…thinking some crazy thoughts now…kinda like my prisoner, no where to run, no where to hide. HE IS MINE! I want to take advantage of him and do as I please to him with no harm intended, listening to his words that flow, they flow through my body, sending chills to my brain driving every part of me insane, doing things unimaginable to anyone but me…

I still wonder if it was a fairytale. If it were meant to be. If we will be as one or was this a phase needed to build offspring. So much life involved. Love, hurt, tears (both happy and sad ones), happiness, sadness, hopes, dreams, and then the realities. In love with a man that first became a friend. Will my fairytale continue…making my friend, my love, my husband???

01/22/2012 Posted by | Sharing My Thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Where do they do this….


This is the type of picture that gets all the attention and it isn’t good.

I mean damn, no class, heels aren’t worn right, hell they aren’t even high enough to be sexy. The crotchless body(hoes)….tacky. Looking at this…these be the same chicks on Facebook dogging a men out, saying how they ain’t no good or better yet, get mad after the date/booty call and he doesn’t call PERIOD! Very tasteless and so trashy.

There is nothing wrong with feeling sexy or being a little confident…but c’Mon at some point you have to realize less is more and in this case…..less clothes, is more tacky!

Ladies carry yourself sexy and be sexy, but just know, not just anything is sexy. Confidence is key, but the key can be turned the wrong way.

Had to share this.

01/17/2012 Posted by | Sharing My Thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments


the shape of you eyes
     to the curve if your nose
passing over your full lips
     nicely rounded chin
shoulders not too broad
     long  arms that wrap around me
with veins that show masculinity
     a chest connected
to your “abs”olutely gorgeous torso
~~~and then there’s heaven~~~
molded onto two slim thighs
     supported by bowed legs
balanced by pedicured feet, by me
With you…
~I’m fascinated.

12/23/2011 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Cater to you

You give me a feeling I need
Which explains my loyalty
Loving you
It’s all I wanna do
If this love is real
You know how I feel
Nothing I won’t do
Just to please you
Anything I don’t know
I’ll learn, to show
Anything for you
– I’ll do
Things I’ve never done before
…keep loving me~I’ll give more
I’ll give you all of me
Doesn’t matter the need
Cooking, cleaning, washing your clothes
Pack your lunch, with love enclosed
After work, massage your back don’t have to ask
Brush your hair, rub your feet
It doesn’t matter to me
Would you like me to dance for you
With music playing to set the mood
Unopened bottle of Bacardi Gold
Direct me if you like, I’ll do as I’m told
Nothing I won’t do to prove myself
I want you and nobody else.

12/14/2011 Posted by | Poetry, Sharing My Thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

In my Heels


I feel good in my shoes
So many colors to choose.

I feel confident and pretty
And these shoes aren’t itty bitty.

Some inches- five maybe six
Made to feel like a sexy chick.

Men like how we look in them
Some treat us like a gem.

The way they watch us walk
These shoes make them wanna talk.

Hooting, hollaring, whistling
Cute how they act, got us giggling.

I love being in my heels
They serve as a rod & reel.

09/29/2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , | 1 Comment


          Plump, Curvy
Sexy, Erotic, Stimulating
Fun- a lot you can do with

09/19/2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment


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