“You” – Monifah

It’s not #MusicMonday and I have no damn idea why okay, lies, there’s a reason this song is on repeat again after so many years but whatever, that’s none of your business right now but I cannot, cannot stop playing this.  The whole beat, the lyrics, I swear it touches your soul.  It’s so rare … More “You” – Monifah

Comfort.

I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. … More Comfort.

Backseat.

I’m pullin’ over near your building, I light a candle on the dashboard, we’re chillin’. I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this, you got class but deep down you’re real freakish, you got it all, but you never had a wild episode. – ‘Backseat’ ~ LL Cool J Original journal … More Backseat.

He’ll Never Know

Let me write my thoughts quickly while I sit and wait for him.  I want to capture this moment… It always starts the same way.  A random text message: “Baby girl?” “Yes baby”. “My dick misses you”. “I know.  So?” “So let’s go”. He has no idea.  He’ll never know.  ‘Cause I’ll never tell him. … More He’ll Never Know

I Got Shot Down.

  Note:  The following is NOT a personal account.  I just had to specify this ’cause shit like this does NOT happen to me.             Whatever the female eqivalent of “blue balls” is, I had it last night. Let me give you some background: Man in question is 8 years … More I Got Shot Down.

My Cuban Lover.

Because I’m a woman who strongly believes that “word is bond” and because I feel like shit and reminiscing about him will warm my heart, among other things Ima go ahead and blog about my Cuban Vacation Lover like I promised. So four whole days went by with no sign of Raul. I laid on … More My Cuban Lover.

Dear Lover….

I drove straight past your exit last night. I thought of texting you but…. ……he was waiting. And I couldn’t keep him waiting. My lips are raw from his kissing. I know. I know, I know, I know he’s bad news baby! I know he is. But it’s part of the intrigue, part of the … More Dear Lover….