50 hypothetical... Slow burn

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 They said our love was silver gold and platinum but I said hell no … number one you should not be talking what you don’t understand this love has no monetary value and if it was tangible... Then this love is wood, because I want this mother …lol  to burn slow and we can sit in her warmth and enjoy us and the “we”, I want our lives to be the tattered book that got that way from being read all the time the way I read on your mind and all your feminine bits, we get to be each other’s study, not that one book with dust on the shelf boring yeah so we relationship nah that’s no us , some days you will wake up and never wana let me go , and others (with a laugh) you’re going to try choke me and I fear you will succeed lol, but thing you know, that you know that you know… I will never do is leave u … I am just saying, every day I am make us burn slow, each kiss making you skin burn in a good but way, even as grow old we burn there will always be heat  and your lips will never not be sweet..

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49 hypothetically ..Grey love

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What if I understood your love l language and we spoke the same way? A shoulder rub and kiss on the back of your neck after the day, them ear lobes are safe either if you know what I am suggesting, finishing your conversation because we good like that and I know what you’re about to say…

What would happen if I was the molderand your body and emotion would you let self be free in my hands and spin in your head like clay? Be my canvas let me paint a smile on your face or the other look when I am eating the entrée , your like “kings if like that you do that all day

I promise you babe you will never see 50 shades of grey, I will never leave your rock your warrior , your soft place at 50 we made your still that beautiful with grey, I am still slap that ass and call you bae

My kisses on the back of your spine say it will that be okay… mmm yeah

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48 hypothetical... Mirror that

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I know that you embody beauty, back bone, love, essence, that something i can't quite put my finger on, and just the perfect pinch of crazy, and  strength would you let me be your mirror.

Yeah I can see that look up in your eye, that extra twist in your hip because you watching as I am kissing on the thigh and your body start to shiver.

It’s alright breathe or don't breath (lol), enjoy the ride, go crazy just don’t decapitate me lol .. we grown folk … maybe I could be good company for a lonely soul that was designed to let her hand fit perfectly in mine.

If I wasn’t in the script of your  life, I would have to talk to Mr God personally  and ask him to start to rewrite the script now so i could  play that very  role and the depth of your ear when i not nibbling on them lobes  recite the perfect line

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47 hypothetical... Parable selection

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What if I were a parable and you were the wisdom and we gave birth to a love child named knowledge of me . We are sitting on the edge of the bed, I want it, you want it but one us has to get it started… “your taking your time” (licking lips) “that’s because I am a (pause) professional”. I am about to go to school and it’s the first day and somebody’s body is the college

And what if we had to fight for it this love thing would the weapon that we use be called a soul edge, because we have such self-knowledge, we would always have the winning edge… moving closer and closer with stealth of a ninja you’re on my side of the bed…

What if I sparked the perfect blunt inhale x hale, when its time passes will you be on my left or my right, and where are those hands going but it’s alright I know your game tight, awakening the darkness that must amount to light, doing what we do slow listening to John legends tonight

If I promised to give you my last name now and dropped to my knee would you say yes? If I kept it fresh and promised to love you with affection and not just an erection, tender like touch in the left hand and god like in right for your protection…would you pick me as your song when get to the juke box as your selection

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46 Hypothetical ... R rated lol.... Friday end of the day call

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(she answers her phone…. 3:30pm Friday… the anticipation )

When you get back home tonight B, it’s Friday I am strip naked and get the oil out and sit you on the bed and rub your shoulder and get all that tension out, good conversation to detox your mind and your soul, I want you to get that bull shit out before I put my good stuff in deep real deep… lol. I’m a take my time I don’t need to rush to get what’s mine, admire your naked curves and imprint the image in my mind, while I rub your feet… you have been stand all week your feet are sore and a little swollen I want take away and yet feel your pain while I admire your frame these are the benefits of taking up my last name…

Aight B, so we done it to time to lay you on your back nibble on your nipples and kiss your belly, like I said its Friday and we both want a taste, so …lol… I bring out ice cream, because when you scream I scream we both want the ice cream... you know what I mean, I can’t let it drip until you biting on your lip I got make you bust like a fully loaded clip.

Whats this …? You want to flip the script you push me on back, looking down at me you lean into ear… “Listen G don’t forget your body is my playground, you always trying to beat it up but I am here to challenge the champ pound for pound, how do you want it G should I kill you with the circle or slay you with the simple up and down, but I aint stop till your body break and you’re making the same sssss…sound sound” so it’s like that Ma?  “yes it is”.

After all, that we did how is that you lay in my arms with that Halo, definition of an afterglow Feeling like Oliver twist because I want some more, your skin so dam soft a reflection of your heart. Just lay there for moment let my strength take away your fears some time it hard to breathe up here as gods our own sacred atmosphere… we being together for a moment but every time we do this it’s like the first year we met and we haven’t even gotten to Saturday yet… but you got me twisted keith swet…

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45 Hypothetical ... Your personal cushion

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How does it feel to wake up in the morning and my body is your personal cushion? After last night’s cardio work out hugging kissing licking touching deep pushing and yes stretching lol, a freak a queen a goddess a silent smile my unapologetic soft place and definition of a blessing, and when the world gets stressing your laps the place where I am head pressing…

Nightly journey is my tongues excursion to arrive at your ecstasy, like a cloud I use heat to gather up the moisture, rubbing your stomach and your back and light the match until you busy B, I got to tease you slowly until you say Gee I want you inside of me, and I be acting a fool like “I excuse me what was that pardon me?”. They call me the black Moses the way I use my staff to part the sea…

You can trust me B, I promise you to be there when you need me … I suffer from a serious Mr God complex, I am not always there when you call me, but I will always be on time, lay back relax let me rube feet and shoulders I will do it for you now, and even more when you get older, I have that old head wisdom like a book on an old shelf loving you is like loving me queen I know that it is not all about self.

With me you will never have to worry that every day is the same old song, I get deep with it like the songs of Solomon, hot monogamy my love game my tongue game and D stay strong, your heart in my palm I will try and always love you tender, and I beat the cat up like I finalist on contender … we keep reinventing for a life time and for ever.

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44 hypothetical... Who is this woman

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Dear Mr Gods ... 

" ... who is this woman who has me all twisted on this, some love Jones write her  a poem, her pretty smile got me feeling stupid type look but play it cool  feeling like a fool,  as I lie on top of my sheets day dreaming of a future and a happy home until god calls us home never ever be alone , she shamelessly walks around naked in my mind not that I complaining and she is not a sexual object just a free soul, her body curves let me know i will never understand Mr Gods artistry  but i love it, a goddess and Queen a woman and like me a human being, them curves that soft serve i wish she would melt in my hands and make he make sounds yall aint ever heard ...( really) word, got me clutching the back of my head like yall done heard… she the truth she aint the perfect body type but god sent her to me perfect my wife type.. we concurred 

Her body and mind are ripe i am curious how did Mr Gods know she is just my type, she stimulates my sexual with her eyes conversation melodic voice not her thighs the look good to i will seek the diamond latter when driill the mine, and them thighs be fine to like deep fried southern type chicken same color to...did I mention finger licking good  i aint trying to be hood trying to southern getle man but i cant hide the wood,  finger licking ....licking be the key word until I make it rain while I do the dishes I get your heart ticking, I think it but never tell you I miss and count the seconds we apart do you hear that tick tick ticking.

Yeah sure we get physical but it’s the least part of something that is spiritual i love the way we connect your my hommie never phony always for me on them cold nights when call me god wasnt playing games when he said he designed you just for me. Clouds whizz past my head  i am falling … but I trust you to catch me because I am falling nah i crashing, can you blame me for trying to get in, inside your mind to find unknown treasures hidden within that remind me how much you not but are like me inside your thighs for a treasure god promised only for me…

I will stand on a mountain top but I guess in this day and age snap chat or Instagram FB , I am in love with most beautiful woman in the world and make your friends jealous to be honest i could not careless as long as we are us and i and i ... queen do you understand that you are so  precious but you have to stop stealing my lungs your awe yor presence your kisses leave me breathless, as I explained that you’re not their perfect ... your mine ...sweet brown sugar cover in honey your with what ever i have to go through you worth it  , and a s a king and queen we both shine … your heart i will try my best to not hurt it

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Hypothetically When I am dead and I am gone - part 3 …dream words for my daughter

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When I am dead and I am gone - part 3 …dream words for my daughter…

To saint Peter “Can I go already they won’t be asleep much longer and I promised them I would love them so much I would come back from the other side, do you want to make me a liar?”

“Go”

Sitting by the side of the bed I can’t help but smile to my daughter (daughters in spirit)-

“Precious that’s what you are among-st many things like a queen, like life’s alchemist because of the potential hidden within, in Mr Gods eye’s we are all equal so don’t get draw into race wars, but guard your heritage and never think of yourself or your people as less because of your melanin, you got funk soul and rhythm… blues and Jazz and from your daddy that hip hop we don’t stop so when you hit the dance floor you kill’em, not too much baby girl or them young thunder cats might, on your booty think they fitting in for a feeling in (I know because I was guilty I have snitch on the game to protect mine), I might have to switch from heaven to hell because I will start kill’em… your Precious. Did you know your most beautiful at dawn when you wake, I guess you get that from the Ghayaha who is Mother earth, every African possess her essence in some shape or form so more than others, I see a lot of her in your smile in play in your swag. Your most beautiful at dawn because that’s the real you no lipstick no makeup, no hair did just Mr Gods perfect design unique beautiful a true original hold onto that person because I promise you this world will try and steal this part of you and make you feel insecure, guard it where it like a badge it will teach you to be as confident as your mommy, you look in that mirror and tell the world “I am army” or you can just tell them you’re a Munengami (laughing) either one works precious… Please sweetness don’t put on the paint of make up as war paint to cover up who you we all have flaws embracing them that what makes us who we are, if your gonna do make up use it to accentuate essence the line between self-hate and self-love can be tricky and thin, and when you hate yourself its hurts me because 50% of you is me and Mr Gods said your beautiful and your saying he is lying and baby that’s a sin (don’t make bring out my bible lol ), so listen to your mama she can be crazy but she has a lot of knowledge and essence with in, time is a funny thing because it doesn’t matter how old you get you are always daddy’s little girl. Keep me in your heart I wish I was nearer, for those teenage years when you’re going to have to fight not to love what’s on social media tv and the next best trend for acceptance that human nature, and really do you which is to fit out if you have to and love what’s in the mirror, Them good looks that you have and that big brain .. (whispering) don’t tell your mom they come from my side of family, and we’ll all the other crazy stuff that in you your moma side true story (lol) precious. (sun coming up dam). Baby girl hear me clearly real talk (clapping hands), forgive me for not being there, please don’t fall into the stero type of girl raised by a single mother, please don’t seek me in unworthy boys and give away your body because whether you admit it or not you have a battle called a demon called father hunger, I live in your DNA so if you miss me and I know its hard look in the mirror half my face will show up, look to the sky at night that dimming star you can barely see, that’s me and the ancestor cheering you on I am the one shouting “ we breed them she came out these n (dad shut up)”. Daddy will always be your biggest fan in whatever you do so when you do it give it 110%, you might have your moma frame but until you get married you represent this last name, and this last name comes with mad game … I got to go own your day be the heat in the flame …Precious… one last thing your beautiful because you are foundations, you have foundations and not because you wear foundation…daddy loves you

Sun comes up

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43 Hypothetical... A Note from your crazy future husband

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… she finally gets to work and sits down, she reaches into her bag, for her reading glasses and wrapped around them is a tissue with a note on it…

“Hey Yo Ma … WusPpppppppp ! Just playing, sometimes we get so caught up in the business of life I don’t get to let you know that I do more than just appreciate you, and what we have is sexy sacred and forever, how I feel about us sometimes confuses even me and that’s a good thing because no woman in this lifetime has managed to do the unthinkable and spend as much time on my mind and in her body in reality as you.  When we are apart and I miss you and water doesn’t taste like water no more, sleep doesn’t give me rest, fired chicken doesn’t make me fat, but Empire is still empire I am just saying Lucas game stay tight lol , I am just clowning… When I met you and we did the thing…  you said I said I road hard like a stallion, I remember looking back licking my lips and saying you Road me like a Harley Ma smooth but hard you handled your business… and some where in that crazy conversation and laughter I knew you were the one … In a world that’s fickle and believes in things that change and will die like money looks and sex , you gave me beautiful things that people can’t see like trust, magic moments, you make a man feel like a man and laughter. I trust you, I see you …you (yeah the crazy insecure and broken you), that’s how I know that I love you. You can’t love somebody you don’t trust as pretty as it looks with make upon it called lust, with no trust it becomes dysfunctional, with you all I have to do is hold you, we don’t get into this every two minutes we are looking into each others phones and over shoulders … I love the way you don’t do duck lips …you just wait to see me and like brown sugar you add that extra sexy to your hips … you See Ma , I am going to take this moment to remind you of what the mirror told you this morning your beautiful, but what the mirror didn’t tell you is  that your light is amazing, your awe is god sent you’re the flame I am the moth, that’s why sometimes I have to step in as your mirror and remind you that when god crafted your body and mind as it is and as it grows he wasn’t playing he had the perfection I wanted in mind, and then he had the audacity to over deliver, he had me looking at that sky with dumb look, the fools smile and a thumbs up… Having said that I know your training for the wedding bedrooms Olympics … and as your personal hands on coach (clearing my throat) you have come along way and you have shown a lot of potential, but I feel like tonight when you come in for training, after we lay down and do the stretches and your all warmed up properly hydrated, as always we going to start slow and build it up, but I think in your training your ready for the next level, we are going to go harder deeper, a lot longer, less breaks between sets. (lol) I feel your cardio is at that level, I expect more passion more burns more intensity until just before you past out lol … so stay ready , I know I miss you right now while you read this … because right now water doesn’t’ taste like water… you don’t even try to with no make up on and your beautiful signing out

your hands on personal coach and future husband …

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