I guess girls need toys too

The Other Guy

You said “dinner was good. The conversation great”
I kinda get the feeling you didn’t get home too late
And he didn’t spend the night so it all sounds very lame
If that was our first date, I’m a man you couldn’t tame
I’d take it back to your place and rock you through the night
I’m not just Superman, I’m the man who does it right
Once I start between the sheets, just believe there is no stoppin
Your date wasn’t even Batman, just his little sidekick Robin
I’m not mean or disrespectful so you know it’s all in fun
I’ll be the first to wish him luck if you decide that he’s the one
I just hope he understands that pleasing you takes more than myth
You’ve got seventy-two inches but what’s he working with?
Now I know your saying “damn, that’s kinda cold”
But we both know you love your men a lil bad and very bold
So enjoy your lil boy-toy and call me when you’re done
Your not just Lois Layne my dear, you’re my Wonder Woman

"Mindgasm #1" (My Reactions)

After your Mindgasm. I just had to respond.

Who Really Inspires You?

With straight face you said “inspired by no one in particular”
Yet your orgasmic imagery gushes with wetness so spectacular
That by the 7th line my masculine muscle had gone perpendicular
So damn horny I reached out and touched you from my cellular...

Hold up. Now I’m seeing things.

My tongue is flicking up and down at your written command
You’re getting under my skin and it’s getting out of hand
I close my eyes and feel your body as we’re pounding the sand
Of a private beach, on an secluded island far from the mainland

STOP! Back to reality.

...You are so fucking charming as seduction drips from your voice
But I want to see how far this goes so I have no choice
I move forward just a bit and you move back a little way
You are such a master baiter, do you always get your way?

I take a step forward you take a step back.
I take a step to the side you’re ready to attack.
I thought after we talked, that things were ironed out
Even agreed it was your turn to be a brat, so why pout?

But now I hear you’re playing it safe and that confuses me
“Safe from who” I ask myself, you can’t be talking about me
So I’ll let you figure out what it is you really want
In the meantime my wet dreams you will regularly haunt

PS:Before I forget, how was dinner Friday night?
Let him on your blog, I’d like to see if he can write.

LOL I know I’m such brat and that why you LOVE me so
But I’m also charming, sweet, and so much more, but that you know.
So why not let him read your blog, the reaction might be fun.
The possibilities are infinite right? So let’s see if he’s “The One”

Lois, have I told you lately how much I long-ass-fucking-list you?
If not, forgive the oversight, cause I surely do. ;-)

Letting Go

The flames that once kept us warm
Have given way to glowing embers
Dying in ashes soon void of form
We may forget but time remembers

We mustn't hold what can't be kept
Despite our vigils of the night
I pray at least you haven't wept
Your tears to me are cryptonite

A "Private" moment

Looking across this crowded room I see only you.
I don't care who hears or sees, but I know you do,
So I lean forward and whisper something in your ear,
And your smile tickles my insides when you say "Oh dear!"
As I remind you how last night you had me stuttering,
While in the pit of my stomach your wings are still fluttering.

Be still Butterfli!

I want to kiss you now but this is not the place,
So I give you a postcard that puts a bigger smile on your face:

A man and a woman, dressed in white, standing barefoot on a sandy beach, facing the setting sun together. Sunsets are so symbolic. What does it all mean? I wonder...

How Cum?

How cum I find myself wonderin what you wearin?

How cum instead a workin off into space I'm starin?

How cum I'm feelin you so much I think I'm trippin?

How cum I'm gettin weak like soon I will be slippin?

How cum I'm trippin all over myself waitin on your smile?

How cum I'm lookin at tall women n thinkin of you all the while?

How cum I changed the music on my blog to sumthin you might like?

How cum I feel inspired by you to do my thing on open mic?

How cum I'm so concerned about what happens and your Journee?

How cum I find myself wantin ta get all up n involved in your story?

How cum I'm spellin like an illiterate fool jus cause I know it's soundin naughty?

How cum I see myself touchin all sorts of forbidden places on your body?

How cum I want you ta miss me knowin full well that's only trouble?

How cum I'm such a flirt sometimes but with you I'm flirtin double?

How cum it feels so good when I hear you say my name?

How cum you call yourself Jus Butterfli when you are obviously The Flame?

How cum?...