TRYST

You excite me... you entice me....you mold me, when you hold me

When I'm with you nothing matters...When I'm without you, everything does.

Your mind is exceptional...your expertise incomparable,

We have no use for words... our communication is ohhhh, so... so, undefinable.

You show me colors in a bland world, you give me warmth when it's extremely cold,

I see you, I feel you, existing only in my universe... but I taste you.

Sensations heightened, passion flaring...

My body burns, stimuli ignites, panting, grasping... I'm losing my baring.

If your walls could talk, they'd let out all our secrets,

But when my walls respond, it's seductive, only you can interpret.

Fingers intertwined, limbs locked, sweating, you're getting the best of me,

Breathless, flushing, licking, sucking... let us continue, our tryst with destiny.

YOU CALL ME NIGGA O_O

You scowl and turn up your nose at my presence in the cab next to you,

You change the music station from local music to your cultural selections.

Without knowing your history, knowing your place, knowledge limited, information...few,

You constantly judge my RACE, assuming my situations are my limitations.

Well here's some free information for you... Mam, know your place...

Of the 3 RACES I fall in the esteemed category of NEGROID, a position I hold dear,

On top my head, growing lustrously, tightly curled (nappy some might say) is my beautiful hair.

My dark skin, narrow ears, prominent bone structure, makes me a sight to behold.

Upright I stand, head never bowed, seeking my history... what has yet to be told.

CAUCASOID you damn well ain't, cause this race don't even have a written history,

When asked the time-line of this race, to prove their case, they revert to Greek mythology.

From the Caucasus Mountains (hence the name Caucasian) their sketchy history usually begin,

Neglecting to mention in most history books, that Albino they were born (of African), their blood now gone thin.

One other race left to briefly dissect, by golly I hope you belong somewhere there,

But due to the geographical history of the MONGOLOID race you fall neither there nor here.

Asians are what they are usually classed because of physical characteristics different from my own,

But again, where the hell they came from? Dropped from the sky? Materialized? 'Grown'?

So you see mam, I can take myself back to the beginning of time without getting lost,confused,

Even the Holy Bible (whatever version you choose to read documents my existence), but most times misused.

So when you see me, turn up your nose and try to degrade me by referring to me as NIGGA,

Please note to yourself, you're a sub-race - of which there are many - and the word is not NIGGA... but NIGER.

Over the past few years, but more now than ever I have been confronted with snide remarks, racist comments, and

uneducated commentary from folks who think because they belong to a certain 'race' that they're more superior than I am. This is just a short commentary to put things straight.

There is NO East Indian race

There is NO Dougla race

There is NO Chinese race

There is NO Hispanic race ect.

FIT IN WHERE YOU FALL IN.

Race is most times used out of context when people are referring to Culture and Ethnicity.

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TIME OFF!!!

So here I am once again, being literal,
Expressing myself, having fun... why be so critical.
My notes and statuses have nothing to do with you,
You not important enough, did not make an impact... educated contributions, few.

Instead of going through my page at every chance you get,
Get off your arse, do something productive, instead of looking for things to fret.
Open-minded as you say you are about most things,
Your opinions are warped, twisted at best, like your word is law...you the king.

Patience God did not bless me with much, unfortunately,
Getting tired of your nag, lies, inconsistencies, to often, to many.
So take some time, sort out yourself, figure-out what you want,
Then if I'm still available, I'll reconsider it... but remember, the deadline is a month.

DEBATE THIS..PROVE THAT

A dispute between 3 types of politicians, all from a different Political party,
About who can clean-up crime the fastest, 'lets set up a competition and see.

A manicou was set free in a forested area, 'I'll get to him first', they all said,
Gathering up books-on-crooks, spears, guns..into the forest they all sped.

The first - a fellow of distinguished parentage, questionable language, questions animals/plants on his list,
Not understanding much of what he asked, they all told him, 'manicous do not exist'

The second dressed in saffron, looking like a fools fool, searches but couldn't find a clue,
So he decided to burn down the entire forest - evidence, hints, even the poor manicou too.

The third gentleman dressed dapper, red flower in flap, walked in and out within an hour, Behind him a badly bruised deer shouting 'please no more, I'll be your manicou, no need to excercise any more of your power'.

WRONG HOLE!!!

I'll try to be as diplomatic as I possibly can,
But sometimes it's wayyyy better utilizing the hand.
Pent up anticipation, went suddenly flatline,
When you were expected to play, you ignored the sign.

Let me back-up a bit, go back to square one,
You boasted about your prowess, you said 'second to none'.
Judging by your physical structure, hands and feet,
Not a doubt was raised, ecpexting BONE, flesh and meat.

Utter dissapointment, couldn't believe what was uncovered,
It's like having a huge livingroom, a small center table... laughter, hard to be smothered.
Nevertheless, never one to totally judge a book by it's cover,
Maybe under it all, might have some hidden talent waiting to be discovered.

No Christopher Columbus you were (couldn't even rediscover already inhabited territory).
Still going hard at it, sweating, panting, insisting on regaining a sense of glory. This is me now o_O, ???!!!???, surprised, amazed, thinking 'poor soul',
After all this anticipation, excitement, passion...He still went for the WRONG HOLE!!!! O_O

PANTY-VILLE......CLOSED!!!

Panty-ville is experiencing some technical difficulties, sorry for the inconvenience,
We've become bombarded, overloaded with lies...our services are out of compliance.
Due to the economic down-turn, cost-of-living up-turn, demands can no longer be met, Unfortunately maintainence cost, marketing strategies... have not even been discussed yet.

You see... our services are one-of-a-kind, exceptional ....our business far from unique,
But unlike others on the market, we demand quality, give quantity... competitive, hard to beat. Over the years, as service providers, valued clients have benifitted from our luscious wealth,
But as any other business, it needs to be reciprocated, not left with the dirty hand it was dealt.

Maintainence - we took pride in, depending on the season, we 'cleaned' or mowed our lawn, Giving in to whims and fancies, discomfort, All to be treated like what??? A PAWN?
All that was required from our 'esteemed' clients, was loyal and faithful patronage,
But I guess that was too much to ask, when across the street temptation lured and held you hostage.

So from hence-forth Panty-ville is no longer tolerating delinquencies, we're letting go of unfaithful clients,
We've revised our policies, procedures, SELF COMPLACENCY, we re-did our Vision and Mision Statements.
Gone are the days when a simple word or gesture would open the doors of business to you,
As we said before...Panty-ville is closed, we no longer require your patronage, clients we want...NEW.

THE PERFECT MAN

• All I ask is for the perfect man to come my way,
• One who's serious minded... and have no time to play.
• He must be well spoken, manerism proper,
• Dress neatly, adores me... and no other.
• At night, he must be available to give me massages... with scented oils,
• Body to body, chocolate-covered strawberries, wine, silk sheets, never to soil.
• Fingers well manicured, toes pedicured, face neatly trimmed,
• Body rigid, muscled, toned ... mmmmmm..... solid, but still somewhat slimmed.
• He must have proper bathroom etiquette ... please turn down the seat,
• After showering - on the bathroom tiles, for goodness sakes.. no print of feet.
• Breakfast in bed, lunch on the table, Dinner and a movie a regular occurance,
• The perfect host, the admired guest, confident, he needs no assurance...
• BUT WAIT!!!!......
• What am I to do with a man who's always serious minded. .. and has no time for play???!!!
• Then we'd live such boring lives, no sense of humour .... geez ... a recipe for a longer day.
• And well spoken is not such a bad thing, but let me hear a lil swearing once-in-a-while at least, Adoration is also nice, devotion sweet, but a lil competion will be cool... intensify the heat.
• Well manicured and pedicured, toned, rigid, muscled... what perfection,
• But if I really need that, I'd buy a maniquin or get a doll... and pull him out on ocassion.
• As much as I want to him to be firm, clean shaven, model material at best,
• I don't want to get bruised, or feel like a wall - instead of chest - pressed against my breast.
• SOOOOOOO!!!!......
• I'll take you as you are, loud, crass, bowl-faced an all,
• And ask the Lord for patience to deal with your attitudes/attributes, be it big or small.
• But remember to a woman's heart nothing works better than romancing,
• I still want to experience lines 5 & 6, added to that, some jewelry and midnight dancing.
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