Random thoughts

As I sit on my stoop, enjoying this refreshing breeze. I think about us
women and our craziness.

I truly believe that women with low self esteem are conceited on the
low. I mean who else wants and/or needs to hear "you're pretty" on a
constant basis? A: Conceited chicks. What ugly woman, who knows or
thinks she's ugly is going to ask and wait for another person to confirm
they're ugly? If I know I'm fat I damn sure don't need to hear it from
someone elses mouth. Nor do I wanna see you squeamishly lie and say "No,
not at all".

My favorite is when a woman (especially a sistah) asks her man: "Do
these pants make my butt look big"? Now you know damn well that he LOVES
your ass as big as you can get it, and those jeans look perfect on it.
If he were to answer: "What butt babe"? You'd be highly upset and
offended.

We do sometimes fish for compliments in the case that maybe they're not
coming as often as we feel they should, and we do so by playing mind
games and reverse psycology to hear what we wanna hear.

At any rate... I guess men, you need to step it up in the compliments
department. Although it may not be low self esteem we're dealing with,
give our egos a stroke every now and then. It makes us feel sexier, and
more open to doing things with and for you.

We appreciate it!!!

But I never met you

Ten minutes before you loved me like I needed
Fulfilled me and completed
My heart and every desire
Set my soul on fire
Took me to that place to see
shook me up in ecstacy
Ten minutes before forever
Ten minutes after never
Ten minutes before you brightened my existance
And after you break down my resistance
Ten minutes before you show me what I've been missin'
And brought true all the things I've been wishin'
Ten minutes until I let you,
But it was ten minutes before I never met you.
© Deanna Dedee Morris, All rights reserved

Mental note

Once I saw you I knew I had to have you.

Turned on and full of lust I knew the challenge would be well worth it.
I found a way to get closer to you and we soon became friends. I made
you feel comfortable, and when you were ready and trusted me enough; you
unclothed yourself slowly as I watched in arousal.

First, your walls... one brick at a time you teased me until there were
no more. Then your inhibitions, slowly and strategically you stepped
right out of 'em. I caressed your trust in me... laid you on my bed of
lies and massaged away any doubt you may have had. I listened to you as
you moaned your feelings; which was just an added bonus.

I poured honey all over and licked it off with my words of flattery.
Then I located and fondled your innermost sensitive emotions, sucking,
teasing, stroking and made you mentally cum. Oh, but we're far from
done.

I laid down and let you take control and let you take my love exactly
how you wanted it. We changed positions to me pumping deep long strokes
of confidence from behind; hittin' that spot like only I can and making
you feel like we are one.

Now, I've got you all the way to the brink of ecstasy with talks of
eternity. I'm feeling like you've reached your peak and you have no more
to give.

As you now lay in submission, I let you have what you've been grasping
for: my heart, yeah you're ready. As I feel and watch you lose control
of yourself in your climatic state, I feel myself begin to lose control
too and attempt to pull out.

You pull me in closer and wrap your legs of desire and want around my
waist preventing me from doing so.

I stay and let you melt around my warm, throbbing member, allowing you
to think you had anything special to do with it.

Filled with the orgasmic sense of satisfaction of knowing I had the
ability to take you there.

Drenched in the sweet nectar pouring out of your heart, I simply wipe
myself off and with you there, in your naked state of vulnerability and
now, confusion...

I leave you in the afterglow of being mind f*ck'd.
P.S. Was it good for you? 'Cuz it was better for me.

© Deanna Dedee Morris, All rights reserved

Time Square Dopeness...

I'm goin to fashion week nyc one way or another!! 09/13/10
see you at the tents!!! :)

Time Square Dopeness

Poetically inclined: Gone

My heart drops as i hear the news over the phone.

Not really listening or believing. Not even fathoming the thought of
being alone.

Said "I'm sorry, he's gone..." and that "...nothin' more could be
done."

Numb all over even to my heart thinkin' "ain't no way he's gone!"

No emotion, no feeling no thoughts in my head

No actions no questions no words that could be said

All i feel is the urge to crawl back into bed

But I can't sleep, can't eat, can't think, can't speak

The words I want for momentarily I'm far too weak.

Afraid that if I open my mouth to form the words inside,

I won't be able to control my tears & sadness i've pushed aside.

So i sit and wonder: "How could this be...

how in the hell could he just leave me."

Why didn't i show him all the things I wanted him to see,

but never allowed him to. Too damned proud to just let free

the feelings i've kept bottled in, so focused on the bad.

never realizing what i could lose, and what i had.

So ready for the bad to occur and not wanting to be in too deep.

Not wanting him in my mind and heart to seep.

Tryin' to protect myself from the hurt I've felt before,

by keeping a pad lock on that door

that leads to my heart... tried so hard,

so hard.

So focused on the bad...

not realizing what i had.

I remember getting so mad,

when he'd forget to call,

and other "BIG" things which now seem so... small.

Not living in and cherishing the warmth of his kiss.

And the whole boat load of good things I'd miss,

if i ever had to go thru life without him.

Reality's setting in, and now life seems so dim.

Thinking of the times we shared and missin his love.

Feeling trapped... stuck... and unable to budge.

Devastation, desperation, and deprivation; all driving me insane.

I just want him to come back and for things to be the same.

But never... he won't,

and things don't.

he's moved on to bigger things, bigger plans, other people, better
place.

Yet every now and then... I still see his face.

In my book, my dreams, my mind, my space.

A part of my heart will forever be gone,

Forever belong,

To him... but I now know that I must move on.
Its only poetry for writer's sake!!