You asked to sleep with me but


you had no intentions of sleep.


Rather you craved something lively,


an intimacy quite deep.


I let you lye next to my body for


I wanted to feel how our forms touched.


I wanted to see if we fit, if by


you I was always meant to be clutched.


Plus I knew your skin was itching,


burning with a yearning to sense mine,


to explore and to learn, to create something sublime.


To, hopefully, inevitably slowly intertwine.


And just as we started the sheets began


to vibrate with a current of electricity


that hummed it’s way into us and spun


the bed spiritedly on the ceiling.


It was magic and


I couldn’t catch my breath


as you smiled, writhing yourself into my neck.


You asked to sleep with me but


you had no intentions of sleep, instead


you curled your fingers around my thighs


and whispered for me to gently spread.


As I did our lips danced between kisses and grins


and my whimpers twirled chaotically into your laughter .


and I knew each moment I was unraveling faster and faster


but I excused the present and would worry about the detriments after.


At that moment I just wanted the giggles.


I just wanted the escape of air,


the shimmer of lightheartedness


as if the pain in the past had never been there.


But it couldn’t be that simple and I should have been aware


of the intoxicating effects that you were breathing into the air.


If I’d left my mind outside and listened to my senses


I would have been better prepared


for the repercussions that would transpire


during this intimate affair,


for the professions I’d confess that I never meant to declare.


Because as my laughter grew louder so did my fucking heart


and between gasps of breath I uttered words of priceless value.



“I love you” poured from the depths of my river and began to drown you


in silence. You didn’t respond because there was no comprehension of how to.


And I could never blame you


because in my head I was just as confused.


But I had said the words and I’d said them to you


and I tasted them on my lips as they cascaded through.


Like every flavor of every fruit


mixed with pop rocks, I savored the traces of “I love you”.


And you may have gone silent but your face spoke to me.


The exertion from your orgasm left you vulnerable and on your knees.


I had said the words I love you and then you came in me.


You asked to sleep with me


but you had no intentions of sleep.


You kissed the top of my crazy head full of my crazy thoughts,


an act of compassion, of acceptance I’ve always sought,


a lesson in intimacy that I needed to be taught.


And then as my hands were lost somewhere under the covers


your fingers began to hunt like lonely, longing, lovers


until they grasped mine and then we grasped each other.


You asked to sleep with me


but you had no intention of sleep.


You laid there memorizing


while I laid on your chest to dream.


You wondered and you imagined


as you watched and idolized


and I am amazed by my delicate crystal


reflection coming from your eyes.


You asked to sleep with me and finally


you closed your eyes knowing what you would dream of


and I laid there in idyllic marvel as we both drifted off into love.

A REAL MAN

A real man is not a person who can
impregnate a woman; any guy can also
impregnate a woman. Even a 17 year old boy
can impregnate a woman but that does not
make him a man.


A real man is not a person who is good in
bed. Any idiot can be good in bed.


A real man is not a person who beats his
wife/girlfriend. Infact it is only idiots that
beat their women.


A real man is a person who tolerates his
woman


A real man is a person who controls his
anger


A real man is the person who shows real
care and love to his woman


A real man is the person who knows how
to solve the crises and problems in his
relationship


A real man does not beat his woman

A real man is hardworking. He is not lazy

A real man can endure, persevere and be
patient

A real man can overlook the bad
behaviors of his woman


A real man corrects his woman with love.

Real men make their women happy.


Therefore, ladies, when choosing a man, date
real men only.
Marry real men only. If you are not happy in
your relationship now, that means your guy
is not a real man.!
Look beyond sex and money and go for
happiness and peace of mind.