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Poetry Break: I Am In Need

I am in need

of peaceful days

and restless nights

lost in the tangles of love’s clutches

silhouettes dancing in candle birthed shadows

soft, firm caressed as you take hold

of my breath

chest against my back

warm sweet breath on my neck

already I’m breathless

hands running to breasts

feet

thighs

gently massaging

swiftly arousing me

sweat slowly dripping down the small of my back

goose bumps survey my flesh

awaiting your next caress

already I’m breathless

your lips softer than baby’s bottom

address me with the warmth of your mouth

the sweetest conversation

see I am in need

to be sucked and rubbed

and pinched and smacked

and flipped until I’m overdone

Hell sometimes a lady just wants to be fucked

but oh no

‘cause if you go for what you want

you’re a slut, tramp, bitch, ho

oh no

don’t get me wrong making love is what I love

but tonight

ooooooh tonight

I want to arise to an afro leaning to the front

back, and the side

I am in need

of a man who is man enough to dive into the depths of me

to explore me like Jacques Cousteau

love my body no follicle untouched

un-kissed

un-caressed

no inch of flesh left behind

I am in need of a man to make me sing a soulful love song

while he works my clitoral on and off switch

to bring out the opera of my soprano

from the rising and death-defying gliding of his phallus

to bring on my crescendo

and push out my most primal

make me growl like the panther that I am

devour me in the jungle of my heart

when my body has done its final quake let me rest in peaceful

joy-filled slumber

let me awake once again a lady

breakfast in bed

ham, bacon, pancakes

potatoes, eggs

and oh, special for you a little head

see while last night was all about me

I truly feel it’s better to give than receive

or give and receive

whatever way you fancy

never selfish always ancy

but still you can’t just give away these panties

no matter how erect the direction of these nipples

pointing you out

or how wet this pussy

trying to pull my card

I’m a lady

and the whore trapped inside

tapping my mind

and a working on my nerves

with all the thoughts of what you could do

she don’t run shit

so here I sit

in need

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Rihanna and Savage X Fenty – Yassssss

So unless you prefer to live life in black and white and a lovely back woods or mountain cave, you know like I do that women have been fighting for the rights to love ourselves just the way we are for umpteen amount of years. Mass media’s paid programming however, because you know why should we think for ourselves, keeps telling us to do it there way and like it. They roll through our body types in an exclusive fashion turning us from people into trends. Fast forward from magazines at the front of the store to the inter dwellings of the world wide web and you have a perfect storm of self doubt and depression.

I personally have found myself on the emotional internet trollercoaster on more occasions than I would like to admit. I’m always a little bit too much of something and not enough of something else. I have subjected myself to an all to common naked mirror based deconstruction that ended with self doubt. I even once subjected myself to a quite successful transfer of fat from my abdomen to my all to flaccid post nursing mom boobs which after having unexpectedly nursed another child ten years later are right back in the same state, lol.

Now granted we all have self esteem that we are responsible for through the art of self care. In fact I could swear I’ve recounted some of these feelings somewhere in this blog before………#JustBe.  Even with your best everyday effort it can be increasingly difficult to maintain a positive outlook on yourself when whether you want to see them or not, the imagery around you says you aren’t enough.

They fad us and pit us against one another, one year skinny women are in, another the bigger women (and bigger is subjective as well).  If your a minority throw your skin tone in there because they figured out a way to make that shit a fad too(insert angry emojis here). All the while our bodies are picked apart and turned into assets and attributes or liabilities and inadequacies.

In step Rihanna and her new line of lingerie Savage X fenty…… Biiiiihhh! She just gave me my whole life back.  My insecure self just started a fire and my unapologetically sexy self climbed out the ashes. I just killed every bad thought and scrapped every contrary image of myself from the corners of my heart. I haven’t even been able to buy it yet but already I feel like a better version of myself. These women look like me and people I know, and they are all stunning.  

Rihanna is known for keeping it real and championing women in general and she just proved once again that she loves us just as much as she loves herself. The promotional pictures and videos she has released are only a taste but not one of them didn’t make me love myself and other women with a deep abiding passion that only exists in blood and fairy tales. There is something for every body chile. I know you’re thinking me too?! Answer 1 question, do you have a body? Welp than you too girl, you too.

I have yet to see too many companies make a concise effort to provide sexy, and mean SEXY  lingerie to women across the board. Some of the more popular brands are more interested in keeping their tired old secrets and recycling the same basic looking designs (insert eye roll here).  Savage X is more than just savage, it show cases Rihanna and her genius eye for fashion and marketing once again. Just like her Fenty make up line was so unnecessarily amazing, not sure how they keep it in stock,  Savage x has me chomping at the bit for its launch May 11th.  Did I whip you all up into a frenzy too? Here a some images from @savagexfenty to satiate your curisoity. I am sure you’ll love it just as much as I do. i can’t wait to get me some and #JUSTBE