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Monday, 13 July 2009

  • Can I say something

    I don’t mean to be a bother but can I say something.
    Can I say something?
    About the way you are making me feel.
    It feels so good and I think I'm about to bust
    Can I say something?
    Every time I open my mouth to mutter just one word you turn and kiss me with passion that I remember but so long have forgotten
    Can I say something?
    When you take my hand and lead me to the edge of the lake and wipe off the rock so I can sit and wade my feet in the water then you lay your head on my lap and tell me how much you care,
    Can I say something?
    On the long drive home when you put on my favorite song and sing word for word then say you love me,
    Can I say something?

    Can I tell you that you have touched me and made me feel brand new and full of love?
    Can I tell you that you yes you are the best thing to come across my path in such a long time?
    Can I tell you that I would give you all I can in the moment and time to make you smile? Can I tell you that you are?
    Wonderful!

    That's all I wanted to say!


Wednesday, 27 August 2008

  • What Kind of Sista



    What kind of Sista


    What kind of sista am I?
    Oh I’m a Sista blessed by the skies.
    I’m a Sista alive and free my mind is full of more then your eyes can see.
    This shell I’m in oh this is just flesh put here to protect this inner soul yes some people tell me I’m to bold yet I have stories that need to be told.

    What kind of Sista let me see if I can break it down, but you see that the problem since I’ve been high down has not been around.
    Now oh Now my mind my thoughts you see there up high some people might how high you ain’t no better than me you must be smoking on them trees.

    Naaah.

    It takes more than a joint to get me high. See when I pick it up the book of course I inhale I take I thoughts when I pull on it I start to fly knowledge enters my body that’s right.
    Are you okay, do you understand my strong black Asiatic man the type of sista I be all of them in one that’s right inside of me.

    So take heed to what I say and think high for the rest of yours days
    What kind of Sista you should by now have a picture
    I’m special this is true!
    You asked me who am I?
    No the question is

    Who are you?

    Written by SisterNyree
    ©1997


Thursday, 14 August 2008

  • Passion


    Hey people heres a lil something I'm sure you all can enjoy... So just sit back play the song below and try not to hurt yourself....

    Passion

    It’s a cool comfortable night the wind is blowing through her windows her candles are lit and she is dress in her finest lingerie. She’s knows he’s on his way and her body knows as well. It’s been so long since she has felt his touch and with every thought she trembles and shakes. The clock is moving ever so slow traveling to the hour the minute the second to when he said he would arrive. “It’s been years since I’ve been in his arms and I cant wait to feel his brown skin slide against mine”. She couldn’t be more excited than at this very moment. Her nerves get the best of her and she decides to light a cigarette while she finishes her hair. With a final swoop of her mane a quick brushing of the teeth she ready; ready for everything he’s got to give. “I’ll leave the door unlocked and slightly open” a welcoming sight to any man who knows her and understands that her home is her Queendom. She props her self on the couch and waits beautifully for him to come…

    “Hey Baby, I missed you” His voice so deep and smooth like a warm leather coat. She stands to greet him and her long white gown hits the floor and rests right above her high heel slippers his favorite I might add. “ Hey Daddie, I’ve missed you too” They kiss and hold each other for a few seconds but in those few moments they both remember what it is they mean to each other. The fights the disagreements all go out the door and now they are in their familiar place each other’s arms.

    She asks him “ Have you eaten” “Not much just a bite after work what do you have?” Knowing his special diet she prepared an ital stew not that he’s sickly, he just watches what he eats that’s one of the things that make him special and tastes so good. “ Not to much just a small stew I had from this afternoon” His eyes lit up with hunger. “Please I would love some.” As she takes his bag and rests it in the bedroom and bring backs a pair of slippers for him she makes her way to the kitchen. See she knows this man very well so the stew was just warm enough to be eaten. “ I saw your sister last week but I didn’t get a chance to talk to her” She says from the kitchen”         “ Yeah well you doing better than me I haven’t seen her in months” With careful thought she poses her next question. “Is that by choice?” He replies in a stern voice “YES”. Ok next topic she says to herself in silence. “Here’s your stew” and she places it on the table for him to come and eat.  He eats and I mean eat. Hoping he doesn’t get to full to the point where he has no room for desert which of course I is her.

    “Sweetheart that was wonderful”, as he wipes his face. She smiles and hands him a towel and washcloth. “The shower is running and the soap is on the window pane” She reaches up and wipes the side of his mouth and kisses him.  He goes to the shower. Completely unable to control herself she goes back into the living room and jumps up and down, “YES YES YES!!!. “Did you say something” “No” hehehehe she giggles to herself. She walks into the kitchen and pours two glasses of wine and sits his in the freezer so it’s nice and chilled when he gets out. Of course she gulps hers down and hurries to pour another. She can hardly contain her passion lying across the bed she began to imagine what it is he’s about to do to her. She turns the radio on and puts in her love cd and believe me this is a bad cd Confunksion’ love train comes on and now the mood is set. She is ready!

    “So how was your day” he said as he dries off his chest “ I must say it’s starting to look up that’s for sure” the both laugh and it breaks the nervousness in the air. He climbs on the bed next to her and she very so gently slides off.  She goes to get his glass that is so nice and chilled she decides to keep it for herself and pours him a fresh glass. As she walks into the bedroom there he is laying there in all of his glory like a work of art.  Waiting to be admired and that she did.  “Hey” he says after about a minute or so because she seemed to be stuck. “ I’m sorry you are just so damn fine” “ Am I really?” “Yes you are” She hands him his glass of wine and slides into bed next to him. She starts to touch him first his arms then his fingers. He sits up as to not to spill anything on her new 800 counts sheets. He takes his time with the drink because he’s not really a drinker but he knows that’s her shit so he joins in with her to feel what she feels. Gotta love him.   “Baby I’ve thought about tonight all day long” He whispers as she licks him from small of his back to the nape of his neck. He reaches over and began to rub her back and grabs the back her neck and kisses her deep long and intensely. Her body melts right in his arms and he holds her tighter as if to tell her its okay to let go.

    He takes her gown off and leaves her shoes on…. He kisses her ankles and gently works his way up the inside of her thigh. He’s a teaser so he quickly retreats back down the other leg.  She knows that he wants her just as bad as she wants him but he strings her along until she just cant take it anymore. “Taste me” He comes up closer to her and gently kisses her lips when she opens her eyes he staring at her saying all the things his pride wont let his lips say. He wraps his arms around her waist and began to rock slowly. “ You sure you miss me” he words pour from his mouth like water down a fall crashing on her heart. “Yessssssssssssssss I do” “Then say it” Unable to catch her breath she’s speechless. “Say it” “ I miss you” Then he grants her wish. He begins to satisfy her desire slowly and with more passion than she has even dreamed of.  Her body shakes uncontrollably with ecstasy he knows that at this moment she belongs to him.

    His body is like a silhouette in the moonlight shining through her window. She reaches up and touches him. He brings himself closer now he’s hovering over her like a tent of protection exactly what she needs to feel like a woman. He’s always been able to do that for her. They make love well into the morning light and when the dawning of the sun the new day begins and now its time to return back the realm of reality. Both of them hate the thought of having to come back but with a night like the one they just shared, its okay because they both know they can both revisit it at anytime.


    And my dear friends that is what you call Passion…..

    Ladie ©

     
  • My Skillz

    Please do not dare question my talent.  This was a gift given to me by my Ancestors not of this place. Yes my words sometimes come across harsh maybe even mean...... Sorry... I gotta be me. Not to worry I will never lie to you. You will always read the truth... Though a lot of you may not be in the mood to learn it again......Sorry.

    I am not into bullshit... I truly have no time for it or anyone dishing it out. I am into helping, learning, teaching, improving, enhancing, growing, peace, honesty, TRUTH, love, joy, happiness, BALANCE, The Zodiac (I'm a Libra ya'll.... )

    So this was just a lil blurb for those of you who was wondering what this was all about... Yeah I'm a blogger... Which is just e-language for a writer....

    Now run tell dat!!!!!!

    Ladie ©

  • You better watch that CHICK!!!!

     

     

     

    So you're in a relationship and you and your partner join an internet networking site... ie DL / Myspace / Facebook whatever. Everyone’s making friends posting pics and all that good stuff. Most if not always you get close to one friend and you began to build an e-friendship. Now these usually last what 3-4 weeks before its time to meet.

     

    Scene 1 (The Chase)

     

    Your partner has a close e-friend and they chillin e-mail'n, text'n , IM'n the whole 9 rite... RITE. And it’s all good you trust your boo and she trusts you so you have no worries in fact you want her to make some friends because its only healthy for her you the relationship as a whole. You talk to each other about the conversations each of you have with the e-friend and laugh about the craziness going on out there in the World Wide Web… So a few more days pass then

     

    BAM!!!!!! My Friend wants to meet US…..??????

     

    Scene 2 (They Meet)

     

    US… “Well I’ve glanced at her page but I don’t really know her…”  “Yeah but she thinks we’re cool people and it might be nice for “US” to meet” Now why would she want to meet me. …… (1) We’ve never had an e-covo , e-mail, text NOTHIN… How does she know I’m cool… “Oh that’s because I talk about you all the time”… “Funny when we talk about the conversation that you and your e-friend have I never heard my name…

     

    I don’t think she wants to meet me I think she wants to meet “YOU” and I’m part of the package… because you can’t ask someone’s wife out on a date RITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    Scene 3 (The Discussion)

     

    “Why can’t we make new friends I mean why it is such a problem for us to hang out with some people we meet off line I thought it was all about networking”… As you stand there with the dumb face you think to yourself…. I network… you network… so you say out loud “we are networking” I just never networked with “YOUR FRIENDS”!!!! So for the next few hours there’s a lot of back and forth and you realize that your point is not being heard so you just smile and say fine tell her to hit me up and let me get to know her.

     

    SO WE CAN ALL BE FRIENDS!!!!! RITE…………….. . . . RITE!!!!!!

     

     

    Scene 4 (THE REALITY)

     

    * * * ---------------------- * * * * * This is you waiting for the “friend” to hit you up since she thinks you’re so cool and wanna meet you RITE  * * * *--------* * * * * 4 DAYS nothing from the friend but she’s still chat’n text’n and e-mail’n your wife…. Confused don’t be….. The reality is this new found friend of your partners is interested in her maybe not sexually (being nice) but interested none the less.

     

    So you my dear you are like that extra hot dog bun in the pack they really don’t need nor want you but …..in order to get what you need you gotta take the whole bag…

     

    And that concludes this week’s broadcast of...

     

    YOU BETTER WATCH THAT CHICK!!!!!

     

     

    Lol

     

    Ladie ©

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