Hypothetical 62 I will be your ..soft rock

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 I will be your  soft rock gentle enough  to lean on  strong enough to build on, strong enough to hide behind  when the elements of life play rough, solid edges for the world but a soft core for you  but always gentle enough to lean on.

 I will be your sky the place you soar to and saw through or maybe I am just trying to say I think you fly. As your sky I am reflection of your light and I am one start that one star that watches over you as you dream about me to night… I wouldn’t normally say this dream wrong but dream right (wink) lol

I am be your flame  I am bring the passion, intimacy affection desire , that moment when you can’t say nothing,  we are hot monogamy you can be the balloon I will be the air together  we rise, as long as every morning I get wake up and look into those eyes as we get old I wont let your lip your heart and your body feel the cold or lips get dry.

I am your Scarecrow as I watch our love story start to unfold, the young braggadocios love  that oozes out your eyes, tingles in your bell and the artist of many sleepless night , I feel like a like little boys  with the first pure love shy but honest my hand out will you hold it? In the moment I am your scarecrow sent by Mr Gods to watch over you as this love grows, and I have the best seat in the house, ay B did you know that your skin glows? Did you know when Mr Gods sent me he told me not come back home until I found you  the rose

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Woman i am going to wear you out... hypothetical 61

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God lord… woman I want to wear you out …lol … in that way latter but I mean in this moment I mean now, to wear you out with your hand inside mine and tell the whole world we are an “us” thank you Mr Gods  she 360 degrees Divine, I can’t describe how I feel with jot of one line .

Most men love there silver gold platinum ropes, designer watches with stones stolen from African lands, flashy rings, ear rings, belly ring some rings we won’t mention…lol it not really for me  her face is my watch in hard time , the gentle hand squeeze affirming nod amd her smile tell it going to fine .

I keeps it simple I have the greatest jewel of all you not that I can possess you I just assume you give yourself to me because the loving is sweeter chocolate cake, and I want to wear you out on my right hand side with your palm inside mine , I want to wear you on my lips at random  times they look a little bit dry do mind if use mine I can gloss them up until we both shine, I and when we alone in private that body collide , every line of your body I want to memorize in the depth of my mind time after time.

Some people love the feel of cold steel and stone because they shine they use their cell phones , there watch is for status it doesn’t tell time, maybe I am fool but I love that warm tender caramel skin warmth baked to perfection by our African sun  and smells just a good to make you wana ooh wooo… I hope don’t salivate ..Oops a moment now it’s too late. So woman are you going to give me your hands so I can wear you out, or should iwait until you ware me out ..lol

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I call you .... Hypothetically 60

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Ayo B…. you hold me down when I am lost so I call you the queen of black Atlantis depth.

You call me truth… because every time is say something beautiful about you I am just being honest .

We said we will build a happy home I am the canvas I thank Mr Gods you’re the artist.

I call you my light because in in crazy and confused world you love me accept me sacrifice for me 

tolerate me , hold my hand and guide me through the darkness

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hypothetical 58 Chocolate queen

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I was walking down the street listening kurt kruffis beat.

My Head was looking down because I was searching for the rose that grew concrete.

When my eyes came across her ankle and her feet, at that moment I had to talk to Mr Gods  about this sudden heart rate change, she is a chinopisa (hot one) you can tell from the sweat from her heat.

My eye start rise up legs I get to them thighs, I am not trying to objectify her but my grandfather warned me about this finger liking succulent chocolate meat.

Those hips , her waist that dip in her back , Mr Gods I though you didn’t do perfect ? This chocolate queen I haven’t even gotten to her face yet and she the definition of sweet.

Mr Gods  I am begging you after looking her in the eye and seeing the beauty of her soul, please let me wake up to her face until the day you call home, this moment is just a taste but for life time want to eat

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I feel it... hypothetical 59

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They say if a tree falls and no one is there can you hear it fall, so well I will asked her  if I loved you hard secretly and didn’t tell you, would you feel it…

If we never met or walked past each other as strangers… “The lacking” of an incomplete something that makes you stare at nothing would you feel it. i could heal you and help rebuild your self esteem do you crave it.. if you close your eyes and feel safe in my arms would you dream it

One day will you wake up in the morning and need to see me, bad breathe and all like that first cup of coffee yeah... the solid of my chest the strength of my arms  the soft of my hands ... I need it

What if I apologized for taking so long to find you, love you annoy you, cry you, miss you some time be your tissues and love you some more … would accept my “I am sorry ?” for taking so long to find you… dreams come true I feel it

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Another life time Hypothetically 58...

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Another life time

“Ayo Ma … sorry for randomly stopping you in the streets like this… no disrespect is meant to you on the contrary, it’s just that when I was walking by I saw your face, and it reminded me of the most beautiful soulful intelligent loving caring creative perfectly flawed for me woman I had ever met, it would  be a crime and a sin for to let you walk past me without at least acknowledging and giving homage  to one gods handmade original designs… your 360 degree beautiful Ma… ”

“Awww… that’s so sweet, thank you so much for the honey coated words… if you don’t mind me asking who was she and how did you lose her ?"

“I lost her to this moment in time  about 60 seconds ago…She is actually just you at the beginning of this conversation, I think maybe in another life we were married I was your man and you were wife in another life time”

“In another life time … really, and where is this life time supposed to be where I am your wife and you’re my man? boy you are butter”

“The other life time where you’re my wife and I am your man is maybe a year or two from the unknown until it becomes reality…  why butter?"

“yes butter… your smooth as butter, I bet that mouth of yours and that honey coated tongue  gets you in a lot of trouble… but  keep talking tell me more about this other life time”

“I spread like butter to… once upon a time in another life time” laughing…

Lest go back to where it all started

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Return to the Mecca 14...Trust me

You trust me enough to be your dairy, you tell me your deepest secrets knowing I would never judge you, share in but never share you pain, if anything i hold u tighter foolish enough to think that i can heal you (something only you and god can do), and in the case of an argument we have not to use your secrets as a weapon to strike at your very soul and manipulate you into submission because of my own insecurities and  my own demons that war inside of me. 

You trust me with your dreams because it hard to dream again after so many disappointments the glue hasn’t strengthened for the broken earthed, but I will  be your Scarecrow and stand guard over the seed as it grow and  to the crows(dream killers cynics and critics) I have an arrow, you trust me to be your dairy and that with every flip of the page we grow together (smiling) that I would not give you .. what you used to need but that I would be present and relevant for the moment, our moments, we started out as lovers , we have a baby i am father and helper, when you get the promotion  to be patient and supportive, when you cry to be the tissues  when your old I am the crutch… and along the never stop being your lover… you trust me ..

You trust me with your body… (naughty smile) I know this because you let me deep inside of you, you never deny me , you know I would never hurt you even when I smack that ass and we on that animalistic not making love today type trip rip each other clothes off to get it, I promised you fidelity you never second guessed that I would bring some disease inside our bed, you trust me  bit to much with body when you get heated … because when you get heated talking crazy all up in my face you know i won’t hit you … and when I about to walk away you grab my arm ,hug me … “ don’t go  i will miss u”… lol but never say sorry.. we just laugh

I trust you  with last name, because its my legacy and my all, I trust that sometimes ever so rarely if it should happens we can switch places and  you would catch me if I fall , as black man I trust you to tend to my wounds when I come home from a white world that does it best to suppress my kingship, emasculate me , domestic me… that you would check my hands and mental wrist that have not become a slave , I trust you to understand if I need to be alone, despite modern society i trust you to pray with me, love me and honor me … I trust you to be good mother parent hood doesn’t have a manual its the love inside you i trust to carry through, I trust you to know when i am horny lol i don’t always want to have to ask

we loved each other before we feel in love I trust us to stay the same and evolve, well the only true thing of life is this change thing… i trust you  to trust me  that we might evolve together, that we would be each other study basically I am trying to tell you we gonna be fine because we trust each other… in case you forget I trust you

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