WANTED & NEEDED: INTERVENTION

Today is one of those days when the only thing that comes to mind is the overwhelming need to SCREAM… It’s been a while since I’ve had one of these … but it feels the way it always does … heavy, annoying, attention-grabbing, yucky. It’s one of those days when everyone that I speak to tells me that I need to let go of the past. It’s one of those times when people are surprisingly intuitive where I’m concerned and are really concerned that I get out of the funk. That happens because people can’t properly deal with me in this mood. They expect ‘Happy Deemay’, ‘Bubbly Deemay’, ‘Always willing to help Deemay’. It’s off putting when the person who normally picks up the pieces needs to have her pieces picked up. OH MY GOODNESS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GONNA DO??! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THE HEALER NEEDS HEALING???! Yes, she does. She needs to be held and comforted and talked to and soothed. She needs to hear that someone is there for her, and not just to offer her lip service and platitudes. She needs genuine concern and feeling. Basically … she needs love … agape … filial. She needs her troupes to gather themselves together and be available for her. She needs for them to know this intrinsically and not have to be told. Where’s the Ben & Jerry’s What-A-Cluster or the bottle of Manischewitz Blackberry that would soothe her savaged soul and ravaged feathers? Where is the phone call that lets her know that someone out there … anywhere is in tune with what ails her, even though she’s still tryng to figure out precisely which one of her situations has brought on the feeling of fucked up blue funk that she is currently waddling through… Dear Lord, make this crap go away! Whatever the ties that need to be cut, let them be cut. Whatever the fear that lingers then let it leave …. Just free me from this feeling of free-falling into the Land of Melancholia. I can’t live there ... I WON’T live there … somebody please, PLEASE come get me… My hands are reaching skyward, and I’m waiting… Hurry.

REVELATIONS...

I love the way you caress my body, and I find it adorable the way you get upset when I refer to my lumps and bumps. It’s amazing how you worry about me and worry when I’m not one hundred per cent. You’re a very caring person, and it’s cute the way you try to hide that fact beneath the gruff exterior. Your eyes make me beautiful in my eyes, and that’s major. No girl has ever been as important as I am to you when we’re together. You’re accepting of me as I am, but you don’t like what you refer to as my negative self-talk… Here’s the thing though … I am. I’m not being negative when I talk about my lumps and bumps or even when I talk about the size of my ass or breasts. You know why? I've lived in this body all of my life, and I've watched it morph into all the different sizes and shapes that I've been. As a result, I have an intimate relationship with every bump of cellulite, every extra fold that occurred because of changes in weight and the shift of gravity. I know every pimple, every scrape every scar … I know why they occurred and I remember when. I have fond and not so fond memories of skinned knees and bruised feelings. I haven’t lived in this beautiful temple for all of these years without knowing her and knowing her well. She loves attention, but it must be positive and loving attention. She loves being touched but it must come from a place of admiration and care. She blossoms under attention but that attention must be honest and not force. To quote someone’s lyrics, my body is a wonderland. You’ve been privileged to be allowed through her gates. Enjoy the wonder of me …my soul and the temple that hold her lovingly. Enjoy the treats that have been offered to you, and when the time comes for you to leave, be sure to genuflect and give thanks for the opportunity that was gifted to you. I’m no longer a giggly girl … I have become a woman and I know what it means to be appreciated for the woman that I have become… Love me or leave me, just do not deceive me … some sins just cannot be tolerated… Hearts and flowers, Me <3 @);---

LIVE TO GIVE ... THAT'S THE LOVE AND LIFE!

Sometimes, we have moments in our lives when we experience humanity in all of its truest and, at times, meanest form. We step on each other’s feelings, make each other cry,, stab each other in the back … generally act like the antithesis of who we really are destined to be. Why? We do it in the name of achievement, in the name of getting ahead … we even call it destiny at time, forgetting that we have in our own quest, squashed someone else’s God-given destiny. We forget that we are basically the same person … we are one body, really, and as such, we are mandated to treat each other with respect, kindness and love. Never forget where you’ve come from, no matter how supposedly grand the achievement. Hold fast to the values instilled into your soul by your parents. Take care of the little ones around you – the young, the weak, the infirm. Do good and good will attend you. The moment we begin giving more than is actually required, that is the moment when we reap the benefits due us.

STOLEN...

He’s not mine, I’m not his …
Yet the magnetic pull
Between us boggles the mind.
We make no sense
Outside of stolen moments
When hands grope for places
And things oft talked about
When clothing feels like prisons
When eye contact speaks volumes
And a touch transmits the sexual electricity
Between us – the current that shouldn’t be
Whispers of words that
Translate willingly into “Fuck me please”.
The scent of each other’s skin
The sound of our voices
The glimpse into each other’s thoughts
Thoughts consumed by the possibility
Of further stolen moments
When we consummate this mind blinding need
To sweetly fuck till the need subsides,
But it doesn’t…
To touch and to taste till there’s nothing new,
But yet there is …
There will always be a yen for
Stolen moments
Secret times, illicit sweetness
Blind release, and naughty, naughty musings…

SWEET OBSESSION...

So, you’re not a writer.
So you say…
You’re a doer…
Let me tell you, baby
That your actions are
Your words
And your words, your pen.
You weave quite the story with the movement of those
Sweet, sexy lips,
With the movement of your hands …
With the promises of the bulge in your jeans –
The bulge you say
Was created by the
The thought of my warm, soft flesh, pressed against
The masculine plains of
Your body’s landscape.

Would that I would
Be permitted to run
My hands over your
Willing geography
Oh … to be permitted
To explore you from
The top of your head
To the soles of your feet
And do let me stop
At the fountain that’s
Strategically placed
In the centre of it all.

Let me drink from
That spout, in the
Same way that you talk of worshipping at
My Holy Oasis.
Let me lay my
Ever yielding body –
Open as it is –
Down upon your
Dessert sands, which
Spring to life fully
At my touch

 
Let me taste the
Brown sugar that
Is your beautiful skin.
Let me become one with
You on this sweet ride
Into total oblivion
And release
Let me – just this once –
Let you bring us both
To completeness as we
Find the time and place
To truly give in to
This sweet, shared
And treasured obsession.


January 9, 2012

My Dear Future Husband...

I found the original of this post on Daily Diva, and I fell madly in love with it. I have edited it to suit me, and I'm positive that any of us reading this can mentally edit it to suit ourselves.

Enjoy!

Dear Future Husband,

I am not a morning person…never have been…never will be, but I do look forward to waking up to you every single morning that The Creator gives us together.

Music is my blood…without it…there is no life…and essentially there is no me.

I am a proud alumnus of the Diego Martin Government Secondary School and I don’t play any game when it comes to trash talking my alma mater. Translation: You don’t want no trouble.

I want you to be the head. There is no “I” in team. Let’s build this house together. I’ve proven that I can do it on my own; I’m ready to do it with you.

I’m perfectly imperfect and wouldn’t change a thing that didn’t need to be changed. Life to me is about infinite possibilities and you learn and grow from mistakes just as you do from blessings.

I need space…but I also need you.

My mouth…can and will get me into trouble. Sometimes I can be misunderstood, but please know my intentions are always good.

God, Loyalty, Trust, Respect, Honesty, Humor…our foundation

I will never take myself too seriously.

I am blessed and honored to be on this journey with you.

I'm here and I’m waiting,
Dee

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