My feelings, as told by my queen - Jill Scott...
Watching,
Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder
Quiet,quiet
Growing excited
Dug him for his bank account,but really for
his private
Damn about a mindset
Really wasn't into that
Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat
Laidback was his foreplay
All that was needed,needed was some of that
Started simple
Massaging on my temple
Pinching on my mountain peaks
That a sisters into
I responded,"Mmmmm."
You like the sound,I like makin'it more
I fell for the rock and shore
Enough,he brought it close so I could really see
Up close he slid between my breast
Sweaty with lust and sweat
Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo
Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
Blended with my all day Chanel scent
This freaking was incredulent,decadent
Flip side,stomach meets sheets
He plows inside as if he's making beats
As if this year's harvest depended on it
Bendin'on it
Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
Red toenail polish on whitewalls
Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh
I must...
Remember...
To thank him...
Later.
No,no,no,
No,no,no
I take charge of ship
Moving with my back and my hips
Like my ancestors did
Speaking the Bantu, Ranga and Tonga??
But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer,
But it's too late
I put him to sleep
Curled all up, spasm all in his feet
Feeling all proud like I did something deep
Aint really nothin' it's the way that it be
North Philly sister reppin' hard like me
But why do I feel so empty?
In life, I've realized that women (and men) so often validate themselves by frivolous things such as sexual performance. We all the while forget that there is more to life than what you can do in bed. Ladies will try and keep a love interest around by giving in to his every sexual want and need, even though he may simply walk away when a new prospective partner appears. Men will try and downplay the inadequacies in their lives by pleasing a woman's every desire - surpassing those that others may be able to offer. In essence, he is still the same useless man he will be in the morning after, but all that is forgotten during the hours of ecstasy he brings when you decide you're leaving. As young men and women - we've all probably experienced such things in one form or another, and it's hard to separate what's real from what is perception. Ms. Scott takes every morsel of romance's bittersweet recipe and throws it in with a simple drum and symbol pattern to evoke what so many of us feel. It hurts to realize the truth. It stings to come to the climax, drift down gently - then land on a bed of thorns. The epiphany can be encountered in so many ways; she could be the "other woman," - realizing that he will never truly belong to her, no matter how hard she works at it. Or, she could be his wife - trying to compete for his attention from the other woman. She could simply be a one-night-stand, understanding that next weekend's man will get the same amount of effort put in - and still won't call her in the morning. The true question is - which one are you??
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