Digging You

I woke up this morning and realized that you have crept into my soul and eased into my life.
Your laughter soothes me and your body stirs me.
As I get out of bed, you steal my thoughts: Are you still asleep, curled up in a cute position or are you naked in the shower, humming a morning song?
Walking into the bathroom, my reflection in the mirror stops me cold. I realize that I am grinning from ear to ear. Strange for me to do this early in the morning.
“Dang girl, I’m really digging you!”
Riding the train to the grind again, I am thinking of you once again.
Recalling your smell from yesterday, I find myself hoping for your scent on my coat again.
Hurrying from the station, the elements provoke in me memories of you.
As the wind gusts against me and as the sun shines, my ears are tickled and my body is warmed by the memories of our parting kiss and embrace.
Sighing and shuddering, I stop and think
“Dang girl, I’m really digging you!”
Feeling in my pockets from some change, I pull out the tickets to the poetry show. Fate too is seems is on your side. As I place my order at the counter, my eyes glaze in wonder of your reaction to the mood and emotions of the evening ahead. I hope that the lyrics of this poet will lead you to say
“Dang boy, I’m really digging you!”

Validation

Baby, when I tell you that I love you and that it is with you that I will spend the rest of my life, you smile and say that “that’s nice” but your eyes say that it’s not enough.
When I get you a meaningful gift as a token of my affection to signify your value in my life, your kiss says thank you but your eyes question my intentions.
As we sit together silently enjoying each others company, elevating our ‘magic’ to a transcending level, your touch is soft but your silence inquires the sincerity of my motives.
My love, I am not complicated but you make me out to seem so.
That moment I told you that I loved you and asked for exclusivity with you was the truest moment of my life and the most sincere desire of my heart.
When I made the CHOICE to be with you, know that I CHOSE you because (1) I love you, (2) I cannot imagine my life without you in it and (3) I trust you to always have my back, support and encourage me, motivate and ground me.
My love, in this day and age when the power of the world can alter the moral compass of strongest men, I need you to ‘hold me down’. Baby, I am attracted to you because you are sexy and pretty. I am intrigued with you because you are smart and intelligent. I stand in awe of you because of your strength and ambition. I love you because in my eyes, no combination of qualities presents a better match for me. I am indebted to you because of your loyalty, honesty and sincerity. I am in love with you because of how you make me feel……alive, desired and grateful.
Your X factor, that thing which allows me to open up and reveal my dreams and fears; that which allows me to express my greatest insecurities and most private failures, is what endears me to you. Your X factor allows me to overcome the most difficult obstruction that faces each and every man…. Complete vulnerability.
My darling and my love, you know all these things. You must. In as much as I chose you, you chose me. That you are perceptive to my needs, sincere with your expressions, gracious with your love, generous with your time and understanding with your patience is evident of your love. You complete me by complimenting my personality. My weaknesses are your strengths as your faults are my attributes. It is with you that I am the most successful and by your side that my shine is the brightest. Baby, we are a team, an impregnable union, a strong alliance, and an insurmountable object. That I am applauded is due to your support and nurture. That I am envied other men is because of your beauty. That I am desired by other women is because of how I look at YOUR side. Your presence in my life is stamped all over me and in truth, I am nothing without you.
Sweet heart, it is natural for you to at times feel insecure and doubtful. As your man, I hurt each time you feel this way. I know that you often need the security of the words that should accompany the actions. My Queen, I offer this heartfelt expression in the hopes that the next time you feel the slightest twinge of doubt, you will look deeply into my eyes and remember these words: I love you.

Music and Life vol.1

When I saw you, I heard D’angelo sing “Me and those dreamy eyes of mine.”
When I gathered up the nerve to finally ask you out, Luther helped me with “Excuse me miss?”
You asked where we would go on our date and Jill Scott suggested that “We take a long walk.”
When I wanted you all to myself, Tyrese asked you to “Be my sweet lady” and you answered with Mo Thugs “It’s all good.”
Later on, Mario asked if you would “Let me love you?” and TLC said that I would have to give you “The red-light special.” I smiled when Silk asked “If you” and told you that there was “A meeting in my bedroom”
When I saw your body, like Mya I said “Whoa” and like Mariah, you asked me to “Touch your body”
We did the deed until Maxwell made “The cops come knocking”. D'angelo was asking you “How does it feel?”
Alas, time took its toll and one day I realized that “We were not making love anymore” like Dru Hill. Chris Brown made me “Say goodbye.”
After I left, Sisqo told me that I was “Incomplete”. I realized like R. Kelly that I couldn’t “Eat or sleep without you” and Eryka Badu made me realize that you were the “Love of my life”.
Feeling like Sade’s “King of sorrow”, I begged ‘Dwele to ask you “If we could try again?”
Toni Braxton said that you wanted me to “Unbreak” your heart but Mary J. stated that you also did not want to “Hurt again”.
Jazmine Sullivan let you know just how “Bad I need you”.
In the end, you listened to my “Words” from Anthony David and India Arie and like Nayobe, you gave me “A second chance for love”.

Caution

Snap-snap, flip-flip!
Go your fingers and lips.
Quick to express anger,
Hurried to deliver frustration.

Huff-huff, ruff-ruff!
We know what THAT means.
Condescending and belittling
Are the expressions to follow!

All hail the Queen
Whose mood dictates our lives
And bestows fury and wrath
As consequence for indiscretion.

Take heed Mother of mayhem
The alacrity with which you show
Dissatisfaction, and the time with which you dispense justice
Will be as soon as you find yourself without dominion or empire!!

Angel

By chance, I met you when I least expected to.
I knew that you were my Angel and you knew it too.
When our eyes met, our hearts fluttered.
When we touched, we made sparks.
In a flash, my world was perfect and everything made sense.
The compliment to my being and partner of my life, you induced the success and joy that I was destined.
The vessel of my legacy, you are my entrance into fatherhood.
The defining moment of my manhood, your comfort tests my responsibility; your love demands my attention and your respect requires my fidelity.
You are my Angel; my special gift from above.
Thank you for loving me.

I don't love you anymore.

Even though the look in my eyes as I gaze upon you says that I want you……. I don’t.
Even though the smile on my lips says “I can’t wait to kiss you” ………… I can.
Even though my arms beg to be reminded of the feel of your body against mine ……….I have forgotten.
Even though my tongue craves the flavor of your mouth…………… I will not savor.
Even though my heart remembers the heat of our romance, strength of our passion and lust of our attraction …………I am ignorant.
So gone is the familiarity my soul once so shared with you. Replaced in its stead is a vague recollection of acquaintance.
Love is replaced with indifference.
No longer does the sway of your hips, the wind of your curves nor the purr of your voice ignite in me a fire in my loins satisfied by the rewards of your sex.
I don’t love you anymore and I don’t want you anymore. I don’t crave you anymore and I don’t need you anymore.
I don’t do you like this anymore. I used to but not anymore.
What I like about you, are the memories of our past. The best thing you can do for me is stay in my past.

What you want?

Yo baby, tell me what you want!
You want that exciting nigga whose game is all about paper stacking, attention getting, respect demanding and baby making appeal? Well guess what? That ain’t me.
Baby, what you want is excitement; the thrill of the chase; the hustle of the flow; the big pay off!
Baby what you need is stability; the easy like Sunday morning; the smooth flow that comes every fortnight. Yeah, that’s what you need.
Break it down like this:
You really want every fuck – fest to be a hair pulling, ass smacking, pelvis pounding, name calling episode?
Or do you want that occasional slow grinding, tongue teasing, toe curling, butt clenching, and body shaking climactic experience?
Listen baby, you can’t have it both ways. So what it gon to be? Tell me, what’s it going to be?
What you want? That exciting nigga who’s gon call you ‘Bitch’ to your face; Mr. aint gon take the time to pleasure you?
Or,
That caring MAN who’ll ask you how your day was? Prepare you a meal and run your bath?
Look girl, a thug’ll fuck you good but but you gotta ask yourself, “Are all the gyrations, screams, the ‘yeah baby yeahs’, the ‘Fuck me harder’, the “It’s yours, all yours’, your fantasies or his?”
Ask yourself babe, “How sincere are his efforts to please you if he won’t taste or kiss either pair of your lips?”
Are the words “Aww baby, you got all the ass” the answer to your body’s’ question “Do you think I am sexy and beautiful”?
Who will you choose, a MAN who treats you like the QUEEN that you are
Or a THUG who thinks of and treats you like a WHORE?