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 Is it my
Physical appetite or emotional need;
That lust when you're acting right or thought-filled seed.
Nah
It's stronger than the burning, yearning, oozing ... losing-my-mind
type of desire
Which keeps me secret, hidden ... a woman on fire
Am I an addict or addicted
To a touch surreal, needing your hard like steel whip appeal
Knowing all too well, I'm enslaved by that which I crave
It's deeper than a wish,
righter than a clutched fist for Afro-American pride
and if I told you about that intense blaze that keeps me showing,
flowing, and glowing
inside
You wouldn't be able to
recognize the true me that stands before you
stranger than the familiar,
Hoping I can will you back to that space or place in time mind blown
like a wind-chime
Boy...don't you know what I'd do for you?
Crave is a quick read I couldn’t put
the book down, upon completion I was “Craving“
For more.
Shalawn Wilkinson
New York |
Seems I'm chasing ghost
... searching coast to coast for that thing which you bring
When you do that special lil' something something ... sheet clutching
... sexing ... bumpin'
Nasty naughty you next to me
Holding my mind, body and
soul captive ... active in the art of deception
And even after some soul searching ... intense reflection
I'm caught up ... stuck in a whirlwind tailspin lust-filled cavity
See you be having me
Shackle myself ... bound
and gagged with the thought of what could be
All the while wanting that which I cannot have
What happened to the land of the free ... home of the brave
For it's me who is enslaved by that which I crave
It's me who's enslaved by that which I crave!
Like Yesterday
Mmmmm ... I remember it
like yesterday
time well spent, aromatic imprint
of you on me
The author of this book has a gift, she touched on feelings that
every female can relate too.
Ebony
Dallas, TX |
If I could've relived that
moment of hope
that soap, Scope nor the Pope could've removed ...
Man ... Didn't I show and prove?
I remember it like last
night ...
That fear or fright of never seeing you once more ...
Open sore in my heart, closed door, closed thought
There was just so much that I didn't get to say to you face to face
Don't you know, your scent
has been cut, carved and etched
Perplexed, as to what's next, because to me ... you were all that was.
To me ... you were all that was
Nose wide open, coping
with the fact and hoping that your act or last curtain-call
Wouldn't be the final ... outdated like vinyl or was in a CD era
What I wouldn't have given just to find your mascara on my collar
Can a woman make a man
holla'?
Woke me from my sleep
With a toot, toot ... and a beep, beep
Cold chill, cold sweat ... better yet ...
I remember it like now,
Bing, bang, pow ...
That moment of wrong, light-blue thong, nigga' named Kong ...
Hmpff...I guess you won't see that on CNN!
And just when I accepted
my rold of old friend ...
For an encore ... I wish you'd cum and do it again.
So tell me, how is it that the mere thought of you
Can put my world in a tailspin or havoc and disarray?
Damn ... I remember it ...
like yesterday
"I've been wanting to kiss you for a while now."
Did I say that out loud? This wine is
making me a little bold.
Just as I was about to take another drink of my wine, I felt two of
the softest lips I had ever felt in my life. They were like warm
butter. He parted my lips with his tongue and I melted. I thought I
was dreaming. I closed my eyes and inhaled him. I
absolutely did not want this kiss to end there was so much passion in
his kiss, so much warmth and affection. He kissed me like we were
deeply in love. This man is so gentle, yet there is something about
him that tells me he has a lot of freak in him -- a perfect
combination.
"I apologize but I could not help myself, Tiff,
you are so sexy. I am having a hard time controlling myself. I feel
like a little school boy around you."
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