Like Really?

He was like a dream. Swept thru and asked me to tell him a fantacy. I was speechless, shocked by the way he handled me. Lovely story teller. I fit in the palm of his hands. I was like yeah, uhm. Idk. Just keep doin what u doin. He was the prototype. He gave me a reason. A reason to lol and giggle for no reason at all. He was just my size, he was real. He aint spit, came with a natural swag. He tried to hide but I was his addiction. He got the green light. He kept me laughin. He followed the convo. She made him wanna call cops up, til the cops came knockin and 2 much was never enough. She had him lit like a spark plug. She was his love drug and he was her tazo chai, w/ whipped cream. A vanilla frapaccunio, a couple shots of caramel. In the sill of a bookstore's floor to ceiling window. He was one toe curling, name callin, teeth clenchin, back scratchin type of lover. She was soul searchin and he was discoverin ether. He was a freestyle under perfect weather. He was so boy next door and she was a good girl who like to be bad. She was the best time he never ever had. She was lost in his laugh. He was willing to try and do whatever it took. He was going woo her better than any prince ever did, in any story book. She had the look, he had the drive. They had the swag. He made the time. It was a match made in intelligence, built on faith. He was the goods in which she just had to taste. Sprinkled with r&r and a lil triple ex rated. He was the reason and she was glad he gave it. He was beyond words and she could not be defined. She was all that the others could never be. He dared to claim her. Knocked the palace gates that held captive her heart. He was music, she was art. It was not planned but destiny had its way. It was more than meant to be; she was his fate. In her eyes he saw heaven and in her hips he made the rythym. To wich she would forever dance. It was so out of this world, it was a hopeless romance. It was so innocent and akward. Nervous and stu, stu, studdering. But when they finally gave in and made room for peace, it was more than the two could have ever imagined. Just relax and let it be. She is I, and I am him and he is her for they are we.

A Reason

A reason to create. A reason to be bad. A reason to put on lingerie and rub edible lotion on my.... A reason to tell you shut up and drive. A reason to be bold and dare you to lay blindfolded as I demand you open a wide. A reason to laugh. A reason to be embarrassed. A reason to be shy. A reason to giggle uncontrollably. A reason to show myself to you and you to expose yourself to me. A reason to let a sex induced tear roll from eyes. A reason to give. A reason to take. A reason to make rules. A reason the break. A reason to defy logic, theory and law. A reason to be uninhibited and appreciate all the flaws. A reason to say yes and a reason to open up and say awwwww. A reason to let go. A reason to hold and hold on tight. A reason to be awake when day is birthed from night. A reason to play pretend. A reason to play fight. A reason to make a new play list, let it run on random and repeat. A reason to suck me off your finger and a reason to blush when as you suck every toe on both feet. A reason to practice yoga, twice a day. A reason to run and throw on the belly dancing dvd. A reason to go back dance class and keep up with my Tai Chi. I normally do it for me, but I'm enjoying having a reason to do it for someone else. As long you keep giving me a reason, you'll never have a reason to think I'm reasoning with someone else. A reason to pull out the super head. A reason to make my fav place our bed. A reason to refresh. The lingerie stash and a trinket or two. A reason to learn a new trick. Cuz baby boi, u already know how we do. We being the fly. Highly. Respected, most coveted. Recognize. The well put together, ever prim and proper. Shawty we show stoppers. & just wait til we's behind doors. A reason to rip off your tie and pull the belt so fast your slacks hit the floor. The reason we ain't make it out the foyer, it was go soon as you hit the door. The reason to be waiting in heels and a smile. A reason to be coy, a reason to get wild. A reason to pull out all the stops. A reason to take it like a professional. A reason to get on top. A reason to make him feel special. A reason to drive him wild. A reason to render him speechless and all smiles. A reason to get naughty. A reason to be a lady. I'm waiting on the reason. I dare him to find me. A reason, the reasons. This season in particular. The fall has never before been more colorful, the sky has never been brighter. I'm at the top of my game. Take me higher. I'm a fire starter, make me hotter. I'm a movement, make me a force. Be the reason, the unparalleled force. A manly dose of reasons who is looking for a rider. The one, here I am. Shake you down to the core, so much you feel it in your soul. I got 99 reasons, I challenge you to add one more.

More than (bcuz i felt like it)

If I disappeared, how would you remember me? She was super smart or simply sexy? If I gave you a chance, how would you love me? Would my 25 inch waist be burned in your memory? Or the thick lips and 36DD's? Would you think about grippin my 32 inch hips? Would that be reason, your eyes lit up and you bit your bottom lip? If I gave you my time how would you use it? Would you make them most of the moments we share or straight abuse it? If I put on matching lingerie and heels would you be willing to make my every fantasy real? Would you take advantage of the fact I like to please and use that as leverage to be lazy? If I paused from my grind and looked up and saw you? Would you have something intelligent and funny to say? What if I broke all my rules and decided to give you a call? Would you talk me into a dark room and sex me up the wall? If I was shy and nervous, would you take your time? Could you make me say it? Make me touch it? Make me do it? Make me like it? Make me....I dare you.Would you tickle my mind before you thought to tickle me? What if we traded places and I took you to the bar? What if I encouraged you to drink up, take shot after shot? We laughing up the bar and discover thru the laughter; we have in common alot. Lil Miss independent, don't worry it's cool I got it. She got her own. The world she owns. Queen working for her throne. Would you hide your feelings if you like me at a surprising rate? Would you call me more than once a day? What if I took a time out and I second guessed the extreme I've been living in? And gave in? Yielding. To the temptation that I have so denied? Would you hold me tenderly and look me in my eyes? Would you place me on a pedestal and hold me most high? What if I including to a few treats for my sweet? Would you reciprocate with kisses from my head down to my feet? To everywhere in between? Taste the controversy? What if I required a lot of four play, would that turn you off? What if you didn't please me and I refused you, would that make me wrong? Now poppy please don't think me strange for not being satisfied with the norm. I'm a star. I don't do regular. I like to do it like they do in the porns. OH! my did she just say. Y yes, I most certainly did. But I know what I like. Bring the fireworks. Tricks are for kids. I am the quiet storm can you bring the thunder? If I said making it rain wasn't enough, I like earthquakes and hurricanes; would you be able to take control and bring the pain? I'm just saying. If all I am is sexy, then clearly we can't engage. There has to be some passion that starts before we hit the stage. The game is but to be played, however, sweet lover. I encourage you to take note. I want you to swallow, just as often as I choke. One hand on my thigh, the other wrapped around my throat and don't forget to pull my hair and smack a time or two my ass. How many times I gasm, depends on whether or not you complete the pass. Quite a simple tasks, just requires time. If I gave you some, would you give me more than mine? More than the usual? Leave the lame to the fools, let's do what's grown ups do. And dear honey, I ain't asking, but my body is tellin you. Don't let me down. Please don't disappoint me. I have a beautiful mind, I am more than sexy. So when you making love to body you have to simultaneously make love to my mind. It's quite a simple task. Just requires time. Sensitivity and a big imagination. Don't get in there and fake, that's really frustrating. Selfish lovers stay back and inconsiderate ones alike. If I'm breaking the rules, it's only for one night. I'm not easily impressed and I won't be convinced, unless you can fuck me senseless and make the room spin.