Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Vulnerability




Let me take a moment.

Just. to. express myself.

So many words have ran through my mind. and yet none have passed my lips except these ... "Fuck ME" and the occasional "FUCK ME Please" I wait for the silence ... Hell I live for the silence. No response is needed, you already know your task. Penetration. And you do it well, yet, you don't even understand the magnitude of the task you are performing. TO YOU, you're only penetrating my body. TO ME, you're penetrating my mind, my heart, and my body. Hell my body may be the last thing you're penetrating but you don't see it that way ... and that's cool. Because I have plenty of time to explain it to you.



When it comes to sex ... for me , it's starts with the mind (just like any woman). Within the first *6* minutes of meeting any man I have already decided whether you're "bedroom" material or NOT (just like any woman). Within the first *6* minutes, I've alreadyv sized you up and already categorized you as the friend , the brother, or the lover (just like any woman). 9 times out of 10 the I men I meet are NOT the lover type *shudders at the thoughts of Cincinnati Locals* but for those few men who ARE. Consider your self lucky, in fact you should feel downright special because I'm not just letting you into my bedroom and my "sugary" walls but I'm letting you see a side of me that a lot of people don't get to see and NEVER WILL. No NO NO it's about getting naked because I (and this may or may not apply to all other women ) love being naked. It's about vulnerability. You are getting to see my vulnerable side. The softer, tender, gentler side of me. DON'T take it for GRANTED cuz every one knows I'm a gangZta (just like any womn). BUT like any woman that ever has laid on her back or on her stomach or face down-ass up or back against the wall (Sorry I got carried away *smile*) sex is emotional. Now don't get me wrong because when I say emotional I don't mean like "I love you and let's get married" type of emotional because that is definitely not what I meant. I meant the erotica, the lust, the anticipation (and also the disappointment for all the N*ggas who stroke is Wack [*conscending tone* work on that]). All of these are emotions that I and almost every woman goes through while laying her on back or on her stomach or face down-ass up or back against the wall (Sorry I got carried away AGAIN lol) All of these are feelings that make the mind wonder, the heart race, and the body (hopefully climax but we'll say) shiver. *smile* Like I said before *refer to 1st paragraph* TO YOU, you're only penetrating my body, TO ME, you're penetrating my mind, my heart, and my body.


So brother understand that FUCK ME is a COMMAND, while FUCK ME Please is a request. Recognize that when I take off these clothes & close that bedroom door (or roll up that tinted car window up) I am expecting you to give me your best, NO N*GGA I want your all because that exactly What. I'm. Giving. You. (even if it is just in this bedroom).

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