Black Girl: As Is

Writer. Creator. Shapeshifter.

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Today's post will be a bit of a cheat.  I like to give 110% but today I'm at about a 2.  My time has been heisted.  Even now, I'm hiding like a thief in the night, trying to pretend like I'm researching things rather than spilling my guts.  Today I am needed.  My mind and body were auctioned while I slept or peed or checked my text messages.  So, today I am frustrated.  Today I am annoyed.  Today I am hangry.  Anyone who knows me, knows that shit could pop off at any second.  Real shit. This is a powder keg.  

If I had the time or the wherewithal, I would discuss how this thievery, this time theft, leaves you wanting.  I would contemplate the woosah and the "what makes this worth it".   Instead, I'm going to tell you a secret.  A naughty secret.  Today I'll let you look up my skirt.  You see, my acupuncturist told me that my sex was neglected.  I wish I could say that I laughed or clutched my pearls.  I'd love to say that she was wrong, but I'm too busy searching for the lie.  I am a vise-grip.  

If I'm being completely honest, I actually feel sorry for my next conquest.  I'm anxious and dirty.  I am vulgar and lewd.  I am plotting.  I want to tinker and take someone apart.  I want to wind them like a clock.   I want to find sounds and sighs they didn't know they had.  I want them to wonder if I'm real.  I want.....people to stop calling my fucking name right now.  

Tomorrow I will reclaim my time, as well as, my writing ability.   In the meantime, here's a naughty poem:

I see ya boi... 
Cool, Confident, Cocky ….
A real Casanova, real catch…
dig the charisma…
Only….
Your jive won't work with me…
if you're comin…
come real…
come correct… 
come close.…
come coax me…
you gotta make me say yes…
make my toes curl…
make the tides turn inside…
my insides churning
yearning for your touch
your embrace…
feening for a taste?
I want your kiss….
the tip of your lips to melt me like wax…..
make my love drip down….
hot.....sticky….
liquid love,
like molten lava peaking,
leaking all over my inner thighs……
Surprise!
but pace yourself….
we've only just begun…
first…
you gotta make me say yes…
An heir of arrogance precedes you…
You stand there cocky…
thinking you know me…..
show me.....
that the speech you've prepared….
hasn't already been heard…
and….
i might make it easy for you
because I spotted you before you came in…. 
poised, perched…
ready to pounce on your prey…. 
I anticipated your actions before you arrived…
Sit back, relax..enjoy the ride
I'll leave the backdoor open and quietly disarm the alarms…
but you better charm me… 
make me say yes….
make the hair stand up on the back of my neck….
make me stupid and dangerous….
Make me swoon
make me look away from you in a room of crowded people
cause the pools that puddle in my panties are too hard to contain…
make me say yes…
Drive your inhibitions into the dimensions of my sweet peach….
make me capture my climax…
hold it out of my reach….
Make me say yes…..
make my mind spin and spiral out of control….
make my eyes roll to the back of my head…..
make my hair lose it's shape…
make me shiver and shake…
make my lips quiver…
and moan my own name…..
make my friends think it's a damn shame what you've done to me…
but first…..
you gotta make me say yes…
as you search the depths of your mind for a word,
for a line…
to ask me the time…..
carefully consider who you're dealing with…
I'm prime….
Optimum….Supreme
a Queen……
if you're gonna step….
Step it up…..
drop that lame ass routine….
cause I'm going to make you say yes….
make you call my name as you wake from your dreams….
make you wanna rip me at the seams…
Make your boys scream…
THAT'S A DAMN SHAME….
thought you'd never be tamed?
……..….
I want my passion to push you past your present position… 
Penetrating the surface of your imagination….
I'm gonna make you say yes….
but I need you to…
Make me say yes….
peel me apart layer by layer….
make me your microscope…..
study me…
this is one test you won't want to fail….
Give me no choice…
whip me with the sound of your voice… ….
When our eyes meet….
we see everything and leave nothing left untouched…
no stone left unturned…
Make me say yes…let's
make tailor-made fantasies….
make high-pitched melodies
like a finely struck, precisely plucked electrical pulse…
like low moans from a brilliantly blown sax….
lay me like a track…
go long…
touch down…
deep…deeper…
till my darkness swallows you whole,
till the plushness of my pulsating palace pulls and tugs and tightens….
leaves you tongue tied and breathless…
my scent has you giddy and restless…..
dazed…
confused…
helpless….
you've never known anything like this..
but first….
you gotta make me say yes.

 

But to be honest, at this point, you could probably just brush up against me. 

 

 

 

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