My Perfect Man

The Perfact Man has come into my Life and he is waiting,

He is absolutely.. Fantasmagorically, Sponataneousely..beseeching me to come into his life and fill him with love and happiness.

The Perfect Man has also stated that he will not settle for less,

Cause he wants the best of the best, twice better than the rest, lest he be angry..but he is urging me not to fall below his expectations and I shall not.


The Perfect Man has beguiled me to listen and understand,

Filling me up with empathy and wisdom, so much so I can’t comprehend how big his heart is. His heart is big

and the Perfect Man loves me long time for 4 years,

He knocks on my door and cries, for 4 years he equates to my demise and bring me from misery to not so miserable in only a matter of minutes.

Does a Perfect World exist for this Perfect Man?

Impossible as it might seem, Incongrous to the human eye, Floundering on the doorsteps of heaven, embedded in blankets of gold, embroidered with iron clad, his world is a choice.

I wish to make a perfect choice..I wish to be where he is..

Nobody is perfect but he is perfect in my eyes,

and to the surprise of the public he flies, sours high in to the skies above all of your a fawn coming to rescue me from this not-so-perfect-life.


If I were your chic

If I were your chic,

I would look,

Inside the book,

That holds the treasures,

Through the weathers,

We have whethered,

If I were your chic,

I’d flick that dick,

Make you my trick,

Just for a bit,

Till I can sit,

Beside you through the minutes,

that slowly we can’t resist,

your touch has been missed,

If i were your chic,

I’d make certain that,

Whatever shit hit the fan,

I got your through then,

And the nows and the whens,

i got you through them,

If I were your chic,

I’d ride you right in,

To my den of lovin’,

So we can push and shove in,

The fuckin’ would insue therein,

If I were your chic,

A text would blink,

mornin’-noon-night think,

Calling would be the link,

Binding us till we come together,

Make dreams together,

Fullfill the greater,

Parts of ourselves wherever,

We are..If i were your chic,

I’d be your’d be my it,

Through and through it,

It would be amazing.

Seduction 1-0-?

When I think of temptation- two words come to mind: bliss and freedom. Why? Because as much as the human mind hates to admit it submitting to temptation is the lack of saying no to your inner logic.

Over the past lets say… Semi- odd weeks I have been fighting my own temptations and the worst of its kind too! ! ! Seduction ladies and gentlemen. It’s not wrong it’s simply enjoyable, fruitful and fun but is it worth it? When you think of who & what actions led you to be seduced by another it all boils down to- was it god damn worth it?

I’m only 20 see, so don’t get it twisted. I’ve lived an eighth of life and I’m not about to say I know all the answers to this never ending story of suspense. What I will say however, is that worth comes in different fractions and indifferent ways. Depending on who you are. Now ladies, I am not gonna super impose myself on you and men, this isn’t an over generalization. This is what I expect.

I expect to not be a booty call even though I’m the one doing the booty calling. Haha! I want a man to understand that even though his getting my pussy it doesn’t give him the right to say “hasta la vista babe” me! That is just plain wrong. I’m not saying start getting married to me and my vagina but frankly speaking, please have the common decency to express some interest in me the morning after.


And last but not least, if the guidelines of your pleasant hook up haven’t been stipulated and you still want to “figure” it out then please don’t let me be the only one hallarin at your ass the day after!

Girls.. They say we ask for too much but we don’t. I can’t be tempted by a guy who makes me feel as though I’m the only one whose interested in keeping our little conversations going. Ok, im attracted to you and enjoy ..hmmm.. whats the word flirting with you but please STOP using the “call me, maybe” line!! the days of being coy are OveR. say what you mean and do what you say!

I dont need a seducer Who shares close to a little enthusiasm in speaking to me compared to the extent of “how r you’s” and “how was it’s” and “good mornings” I’ve thrown around. So I quit the lying act.. Lying to myself that what I have with my temptation is more than just what it should be. Because it shouldn’t be that and I never wanted it to be. Oh but I did love the attention… I still do