To whom it may concern,I’ve given up on love, I’ve given up on love because I’ve been hurt too many times. I’ve given up trying to make sense of the deceitful lies that circulate and implicate my mind. I’ve giving up putting 100% into my feelings, that have left me withdrawn into a weary state of weakness. Only to receive a quarter of a fraction of affection, that has left my heart shattered into a million pieces of deception. See, giving your heart to someone is never ever an easy thing to do, becoming one with that person, is basically the same as saying, I do.
See, I’ve only started loving myself over again, and it’s took me a while to even contemplate in giving loving, another try. Opening myself up to another, so he can read my weathered pages, learning about my intimate most deepest secrets, stripping me bear, layer after layer. Reaching down into the very core of me, and exploring the mysteries that are there.
You see, my book, it’s like a unique novel, it tells you a detailed chronicle account of my life. It describes a heart felt trauma, that had introduced itself like a parasite. See it’s a book of sadness, but much revelation, a book of high’s, and exhorting lows. See, chapter after chapter, you’ll understand my flow.
See, I’ve given up trying to please someone who only wants to please them selves, thinking of themselves first, and not considering any body else. See, your poison has been like a twisted drug for me. Consuming me with every painful breath I take. Smothering my inner being, feeding me, increasing my strength, and going to any means of lengths, making sure that love, doesn’t come around here, anymore.
So as you donate to my course of giving up on love, a healthier person is born, as I’m free to live and be that individual that I so dearly desire, knowing that you no longer absorb or control my heart, the tale of heartbreak is merely but a distance away.
And you know what, I’ve learned a valuable lesson, instead of your love being somewhat of a blessing, you’ve made me see, that the only person I can truly rely on, is me.
So I’ve given up on love. I’ve given up being your freak attraction, I’ve given up being blinded by your charming gestures of affection. I’ve given up crying over someone whose only intention was to see my interior self die inside. I’ve given up being fooled time and time again, not once, not twice, but three to four and maybe even more times. I’ve given up, putting myself through the unnecessary torture by the like’s of a man who say’s, he understands. I’ve giving up, going back and forth, in and out, up and down. Just to reach this finale conclusion. Damn, your love was like an illusion, making me hate the person I had become, being teased by your verbal justifications. Well, let me make this bold frank statement……..
Love is not blind,………..it simply enables one to see things others fail to see, and just look at what your
love, has done to me.
Undress me
Undress me with your eyes, look deep within my soul, and acknowledge the strong black woman inside. Search my exterior with your, hazel, golden, brown eyes. Read my body language, as I have nothing to hide.Undress me, step by step; ever so slightly, let the outline of my firm structured body amaze you, leaving you breathless, and taken back with excitement.
Plant your head in between the depths of my breast, feeling and becoming one, with the rhythm of the beat, of my heart. Suckle on the teat of my woman hood, as a baby to its mother. Indulging, in every ounce of me.
You see, as our body temperatures begin to sour, droplets of water start to trickle from your face, like a stream on a mission, to get to that finale resting place. You gaze endlessly into my eyes, bewitched my hip’s that you soon will get to ride. You fantasise about you and I, and all the naughty things you would like to do to me, to make me cry out with delight. You caress my soft, warm, silky skin, with your strong masculine solid hands, whispering … you make me feel so good…… As heavy breathing interrupts your trail of thought, a sigh of pleasure overflows throughout your system, leaving you, paralyzed, YES! In the right position
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale….our bodies become one
Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale.Undress my heart, as now I’m ready to share all my secrets with you. I’m ready to make my fantasies become a reality with you. I’m ready to open my heart once again, to a man who’s not just a friend, but a lover, who understands. I’m ready to say those three words, I LOVE YOU!! Because, I am not afraid.
Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale
Undress my smile, release it upon to the world, let my smile be an infectious grin that gives you deep warmth within. Let it be your ray of sunshine, through the good and the bad, and I’ll do my best to never, make you sad.
Undress my mind, and let me share all my knowledge with you. Let me nourish you with inspiration, motivation, and determination. Be my teacher and feed my intelligence with things I have yet to discover, as our minds intern twine, I grantee, we’ll be just fine.
So now that you’ve undressed me, mind, body, and soul, the only thing that’s left for me, is to undress you, from head to toe.
Written by Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soulstress Copyright ©
Product Of a Black
I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me.
I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other.
He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real.
When challenged, his assertiveness can
illuminate a room.His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s like a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame.
I love my black man.
He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively.
See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success.
He fears no one.
Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down,although he can carry the weight of the world,
You see, i’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.
his black sista always around.
See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, and lose his way in life. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.
My worrier, my prince, my king and my solideryour abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.
you see, I bathe in your confidence, your kisses make me weak.
My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine.
You see, i’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.I love the black man within.
I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.
I love your define chest, to your hands which caress me, so passionately i'm forever yours and so much more. I love the swag in your style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak.
I love your define chest, to your hands which caress me, so passionately i'm forever yours and so much more. I love the swag in your style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak.
I love my black man!!
Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your
fearless soul spiritually shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.
YES! There will be many who will call you
slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain.
You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend. And you will sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown............ because you are a product of me,
and I will forever, and always be,
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK QUEEN.
Lullaby
Sing me lullaby so I can sleep, to ease my pain and not make me weep. Take me far away to another world that is different, without the conflict of suffering and hatred of enemies.
Sing me a lullaby to make me forget. Forget about the ignorance of today and push all of the hurt away. Let there be no divide or subside, but let there be hope and faith in all of our lives, and that we will not kill one another and see our mothers cry.
Sing me a lullaby in perfect harmony, so I may have the vision of sweet tranquility in the sound that is given. Where blue birds fly ever so high, and the sun shines, and so do I.
