BlueFramed Girl
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Using my creative words to bring sexual excitement and empowerment. I aim to have you transformed into the characters you read.
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I Love Me
Self Love Becoming one with yourself is a beautiful thing. The self love the develops within is unlike any love another human being could give you. It's a tingle sensation that makes your entire body become at peace. Little things don't bother you only the things you can change. Misery hates your presence because the joy you present is a joy they cannot tap into. You no longer let those around you distribute that peace. It's more than just saying your love yourself and it's more than saying "sending positive vibes" No it's deeper than that it's even deeper than you being Pro Black or loving of all race No this is loving you. The pimple the bad hair and breath the fat the flaws and your best about you. It's about about the pure love you have for yourself. I am awake. Not in the sense of what the world thinks. In a since that I see how I never loved myself before in the since that I will never let this self love go!
By BlueFramed Girl8 years ago in Poets
The Breakup
Funny how the last moment I remember with you is a happy one. The time we spent listening to random old 60s, 70s, and 80s music. "Don't Disturb This Groove" "Inside My Love" "Nights Over Egypt." Yes, that's what I remember; you sliding your hands up my thigh signally that you wanted some. I bashfully pretend I don't know, nor feel your hands but my skin creates chill bumps blowing my cover. Damn! I push your hand away to create some roughness and play, only to submit to your warm kisses and embrace. Ah yes; those are the fond memories I store, but like a light switch you said, "it all changed." Unexpected showers came and the storm was bigger than our foundation could allow Can we stand the rain? Apparently not, because your scent is starting to fade away. Had I practice throwing you out in my head before so I knew just how to, like a practiced drill or the anger in me that you didn't come to me. Ironically we had just listened to "Don't Ask My Neighbors" by The Emotions and boy was the night emotional. Letting your boy's words overpower our connection. Your trust. Instead, of coming to me to find out I love you. Like a switch it, us, was gone. It was over!
By BlueFramed Girl8 years ago in Poets
