COFFEE TALK

Sun smiles wide through the pane
If it's an indication of the day
Excitement lurks around the corner.
Mocha aroma dances across the kitchen.
Folger grains sift themselves alive
Creating a harmonic smell, a pleasant atmosphere
Two ceramic mugs, lap tops, and reading material
Each day should begin this fluent
Sincere sun shines and clement coffee soothes
Colliding characteristics flirt with emotions
Tender words are exchanged
Agendas are established
Sipping between thoughts
Perhaps to organize new discussion
Or listen to the other share ideas
Unyielding partnerships become tenacious
Coffee consumption each daybreak liquidates barriers
A time for reflection, a time for smiles
Most all, a moment to share
Something so simplistic
Wish the formula was revealed prior
Coffee Talks
Might have liberated past bonds
Picnic experiences won't be disregarded again
Yet, commemorated in time of relationship crisis
Thirty years from now, Folgers will still exist!
Will this?
Can't abandon the idea as though an orphan
Sunshine, sharing, and smiles will continue
As well as our
Coffee Talks!

Heartbeat

Today, I felt a heartbeat
Wondered if it was forever
Wasn't mine, belonged elsewhere
Felt pleasant like spring
The closeness
The rhythmn
Proximity made me fade away
Ran the other way
Held back my feelings
Tried to respect home
But drumbeat left an impression
I still feel it humming
Pressing against my back
Really wasn't mine to feel
Or enjoy, but I did
Fastasy - what if it was mine to feel?
Reality - the heartbeat belong to someone else
Simply happen to be near
Stole another's heartbeat maybe
Mate would be upset if closeness revealed
Heatbeat felt natural
One day
I hope to feel my own's mate's heartbeat.

Draino

Ten years squandered
Never to be recanted
Stretches of hopefull and disappointing experiences disfigured
Push and pull, the whole time through
Tug of war
Two people move
but at scattered times
Like Checkmate - your turn, my turn
but never OUR turn
Frozen memories infinity
New York,
Peering at shooting stars,
Love making in unison,
Camping, kickboxing, and dining
Together
Happy times always pleasant to remember
Depressing moments too
Cold and hot, not sure the outcome
Warm Mix?
Not sure of outcome . . . too many happenings
Trust raped on both parts
Lies to protect love
Creates more damage
Hurts
Tears burn racing down cheek mountains
Feels like FIRE
Sweaty
Strong heartbeat
Glossy eyes
Confused
What to do?
Logic says, "let it go"
Body says, "sex feels good"
Heart says, "stay and try again" because
Love endures
Other half finally admits
No future seen ahead
Too many false rumors separate us
Some lies - some truths
Abundance can't be separated
No ring, no aisle, no "will you marry me?"
JUST times stabilized and nothing more
Hurts
Let it go, let it go. Nothing more, but to move.
See other people.
Never quite the same.
Looking for same features.
Never found.
What to do?
Where to start?
Tens years sqandered
like DRAINO!

What is love?

I really wanna know what love is?

I think I was in love maybe once or twice. Maybe three. But damn its been a long time. I'm kind of yearning for it now. I want that one who I will absolutely die for. Maybe I already have him? How do I know?

Sometimes, I flick on the tv and see folks kissing, I mean slobbing, tongue all down the throat and I wanna join in. I mean damn what does it take to feel like that? I want my titties to perk up. I want my pearl tonge to secrete. I want my heart to flutter like a butterfly. I want my palms to sweat. Sucks watching all these people holding hands, smooching, lubbing on each other.

I really wanna know what love is.

I wonder if its like the first time when I was 12 and playing Hiding-go-seek (well we used to play hiding-go-get). N E wayz, at 12, I remember my first crush. His name was Chris. Awwwww I'm saying as I remember his cute face. I used to get this funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm not quite sure how to compare the feeling, but I remember my panties use to get wet from just brushing up against him. I'd get chills that would run through my body. It was sort of like a quick high. Nice feeling.

I really wanna know what love is?

There was the real boyfriends when I was older. Something about the way they would make me feel. My back would arch and my booty would toot out, making me sweat. I had all these feelings going through my body. I can remember those feelings like yesterday. Wonderful. I'm smiling:)

I GUESS THAT WAS LOVE!

Runway Love

I know there are tons of ladies out there like me who are just waiting for that Runway Love. What I mean is the one man you will walk down that aisle with? I'm in my early 3os and still am without a hubby and at times its quite depressing.



As girls in middle school, high school and college, we spend all this time deciding upon wedding colors and to think I may never get that opportunity to walk down that runway with my man in my awesome colors. By the time I got to college, I had narrowed down my colors to pale yellow and creamy white. I know weird, but hey its my (imaginary wedding).



I get so tired of people trying to play match maker. Those are the worst kind. Runway Lover, where the hell are you? We should be toasting drinks together, praying together, and loving each other. What the hell are you doing? In somebody's elses runway or what? At any rate, I'll be waiting because I refuse to settle for anyone less than the BEST.

People are constantly asking why, "Why aren't you married?" That freeken question drives me insane. The hell if I know. I immediatly wanna say, why are you divorced? I'd rather be single and sane than married and insane. Don't ask dumb azz questions.

I want my marriage to last. I don't know. I keep thinking this is God's devine plan to keep me single as long as possible until he feels I'm deserving of that Runway Love. And when I get him, Imma run down the aisle just like Kunta Kinte ran from the white man (as fast as a runnaway slave). Imma be running happy and in love to get to my man at the other end of the runway.

Its the holidays and here I am going to spend another holiday alone, or at least with someone who I'm not quite sure will accompany me down that runway. Is there any other ladies out there feeling like this or is it just me? Talk to me girls. I'm needing some positive feedback to lift my spirits.