Archive for ‘Butterflies’

February 14, 2011

First of many…

This Valentine’s Day was so incredibly special.  I can’t recall one that was filled with so much love…

After spending the entire week making preparations… running around for hours after work… praying and waiting for packages… I was so ready to see her face… for her to walk through the door… and feel just how special she truly is…

And her face… was priceless…  

Candlelight illuminated the room with a soft glow… music accented the mood… her chocolates… gifts…  bubbly… champagne flutes…  cards… all waiting for her… 

Rose pedals tossed on the bed… two dozen balloons floating…their strings hanging playfully throughout the room…

She walked through the door, as I stood behind it… and I could see instantly her shock, her appreciation…her love…

And finally I was able to share with her… what I was so excited about… what I knew would take her breath away…

worn with fishnets, black lace boy-cut panties & stilettos ❤

And it did… as she took it all in… I took her in… more… I looked at her face… and I thought to myself… I always want to make her this happy…

We toasted to us… to more Valentine’s to come… and every part of me believed it…

The exchange and reading of carefully chosen… heartfelt cards… was beautiful…

I watched her open her gifts… and laughed at her gasps and finger snaps…

We cuddled… and kissed… and vocalized our thoughts of love and appreciation for one another…

We indulged in Thai… and in each other…

And drifted off into a sweet slumber…

A passion filled morning followed…

It was perfect…

And the rest of the weekend was as well…

Looking forward to many more days filled with love… ❤

January 6, 2011

crushing…

I don’t know why
You came to me
But it’s one of those questions
I don’t much care to answer
You’re here
And you feel magical
You’ve pulled the rabbit from the hat
liberated her
Freed her
I wonder if
You even know
How beautiful You are
I want to love You
Crazy I know
I ask myself how…
But it’s one of those questions
I don’t much care to answer
I don’t question
The sunrise
Or the sunset
And to me
You feel just as natural
Like morning dew
And summer rain
Sweet as candy apples
And sugar cane
I’m so happy
You came to me
I don’t know why
And I don’t much care
To know
The answer ❤

March 11, 2010

i love her.

this is such a crazy time in my life.  i am so in love. nothing makes sense. but everything feels perfect. just as it should be.  my heart is full. my soul is happy. and i cant fathom love feeling any better than it does right now. simple. pure. true. honest. real. happy. carefree. unselfish. easy. healing. loving her feels just as good. as being loved by her. and when we make love. words cannot describe. how she touches every part of me.  i feel her throughout my entire being.  it’s never too much. and three hours just seems to fly by. it truly feels like we become one. like we’re floating. releasing into each other. uniting. never in my life have i been made LOVE to. the way she makes love to me. and when we fuck. its vulgar. and nasty. and hard. and mind-blowing. but just as beautiful. she fucks my mind. my body. my heart. my soul. to the point of exhaustion. moments away from her are always too many. but even during our time apart. she is with me.  and finds ways to keep herself close to me. notes. texts. midday phone calls.  midnight phone dates. webcam shows. i love her. i love her. i love her.  so much that it hurts. the sweetest pain i have ever felt. i love her so much. the tears well. and fall onto my cheeks. and they are the happiest of tears. i love her. and i hope she remains. and i hope our love sustains…….. i love her.

January 28, 2010

*floating*

I’m gliding…
my love is guiding…
me to a place…
I wasn’t ready for…
I’m fighting it…
with all my might and it…
feels so good…
baby I’m falling…
you came without warning…
I’m fighting…
But I’m losing the battle…
my mind is drenched…
and my body is soaking…
I’m losing control…
Cos baby I’m *floating*
January 9, 2010

selfish now…

damn i’m feeling so selfish now…
i want what i want…
and i want it now…
i want you in my bed…
wishing you were here right now…
my whole body is aching…
i need to feel you now…
i want you on top of me…
i’m spreading my legs for you now…
but you’re not here…
so im touching myself now…
damn it feels so good…
i think im cummin now…
one day i’m gonna tell you…
all the things i wanna do to you…
but im just feeling…
too selfish now…
January 8, 2010

What does my ideal boi/ag/stud look like??

Lord!  The question alone causes a very dorky smile to reside on my face…

First let me say that mi corazon belongs to the bois!!!!

All my girlfriends with the exception of my last girlfriend (Colombian) and a recent fling (Dominican) have been Black… that has always been my preference… although there was something culturally comforting and SEXY about being with a Latina.

When @theoriginalteam (my papi…muah lol) posed this question today on twitter, I got all excited and couldn’t restrict my answer to 140 characters.

My ‘ideal’ boi… of course some things are negotiable lol
has strong hands and arms…
soulful eyes…
is at least 5’6″
has a sexy fucking walk……
a commanding presence…
versatile wardrobe…
can rock a button down and slacks…
but looks just as sexy in sweats and timbs…
fades…locs… ponytails… wild curls…
tats…
kissable lips…
killer smile…
boxers/boxer briefs…
Dominant…
knows how to romance me…
but knows how i like to be told…
to get my ass in the kitchen and cook dinner…
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
just has that irresistable boi’ish sex appeal that drives me freakin crazy dammit!
*sigh*
Where the hell is she???
 
December 22, 2009

trying…

trying not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…
the way it feels when your lips touch mine…
the shrills you cause each time your hands…
make their way between my thighs…
the way you grip my neck…
as your fingers plunge deep inside me…
the gushing of wetness…
as my body responds to your every move…
the exquisitely painful bruises you leave behind…
a constant reminder…
of the insane eruptions…
one after another…
the uncontrollable moaning…
that has me sounding like…
a one woman orchestra…
with you as the conductor…
knowing just how…
to pull each note out of me…
and finally our moist limp bodies…
intertwined…
and drifting off into a deep slumber…
waking hours later…
to devilish smiles…
and playful laughter
air tight spooning…
and talk of breakfast…
trying so hard not to remember…
the things you make impossible to forget…

December 10, 2009

Her…

Lying here…
Images of her…
Her face…
Buried between my thighs…
Her hands…
Gripping my hips…
Her tongue…
Lapping up…
The wetness she caused…
Effortlessly…
I can feel my clit begin to swell…
And my juices to overflow…
As I recall her…
Behind me…
My face smothered…
In the pillows…
Her body…
Pressing into mine…
Her breath…
On my neck…
I want to feel her…
Again…
Her tongue…
Deep inside my mouth…
As I whimper in torment…
Her fingers…
Exploring my insides…
The memories of the intense explosions she caused…
Are so fresh…
They feel like déjà vu…
Her intoxicating scent…
Still lingers…
In my bed…
And each night…
As I lay down to sleep…
I can still…
Feel ‘her’
June 17, 2009

First kiss…

I want that spine tingling
First kiss
I want the shy glances
And anxious butterflies
The anticipation
And nervous fumbles
I want the softest kiss
Upon my aching lips
The kind of kiss
That feels so good
I’ll want to cry
The kind of kiss
That’ll make me want to
Touch your face
And you hold mine
A kiss so sweet
It’ll hurt me to leave you
The kind I’ll think about
The whole way home
And dream about that night
The kind of kiss that’ll be my
Very first thought
The morning after
The kind that’ll have me
Smiling on the train
A kiss so sweet
I’ll send you a text
Saying
Your lips felt so good
And you’ll respond
Yours tasted just like
I thought they would
The kind of kiss
That’ll make
Both our hearts sing
A hypnotic melody
That will draw us
To each other
Once again
For a magical
Second
Kiss
June 14, 2009

Your words

poetry
Your words feel
like warm tea and honey
coating my insides
like a tight embrace
after an unpleasant dream
like a familiar face
in a sea of strangers
like a warm bed
on a cold winter’s night
your words are a welcomed treat
a rich dessert for my soul
after an agonizing
two year fast
your words
leave me hungry
for more
than just
your words