I need advice and you do too.........
But whenever I write can you feel me?
To long you have suffered the touch of a man's lustful hands and the niggas that are unaware of what love is.....
It causes you to be synthesized to the feel of honest emotional affections....
Ladies.......
Feel This Man!
Ladies, please give me one chance and I'll take you to a place where lost memories are remembered!
Let our spirits transfer from the line of visual communication that momentarily connects us as If we were on line
As we search each others presence for words of appreciation and acknowledgment of an attraction only to be disrupted by a breath and reconnected by a blink
I must know,
Do you want to feel this man?
I want to walk down oral paths contaminated with comments hoping to be afflicted into a conversation with you whenever our thoughts touch
And let every consultation consist of giving you a verbal visual of how I see you. Because you are beautiful!
I want to kiss the open space of your mind and taste the flavor lipstick of your thoughts.
As I touch you with words with no expiration date so you could feel them like they were written on you and never worry about their affect on you expiring.
And every interaction dozenâ??t have to consist of our exchange.
I could breathe in a chest full of your silence and not get choked up to hear a sound.
Can you feel me now?
Let me come close enough to whisper new breath in your lungs.
While I rub your feet to soothe the sole of your complications.
Gliding my fingers up the length of your arms to slightly touching the nape of your neck
while my other hand hold firm position of the security of my presence on the small of your back so you would know I have you.
As I soothe the goose bumps on your skin by feeding them the butterflies in your stomach.
Continuing to trace circles on the back of your hand, drawing lines on your stomach.
Solving the mathematical equations of your isosceles triangle with a kiss.
Outline your tattoos with my tongue adding color of passion to it with my lips.
The pressing of soft lips on the base of your collar bone.
Can you feel me now?
Come closer to me so are nose to nose and eye to eye.
Let me breathe your air and you breathe mine.
Let me see myself in your eyes and you can look to see how beautiful you are in mine. Let my hands rub your waist line, an inch higher while the other moves an inch lower increasing the acceleration of your breathing.
And for the first time let my lips absorb the feel of your lips.
Like they were looking for simply the most beautiful, impressive, widely effective mode of saying that which is lost in translation.
To taste the full intent of the content in your mentioned and silenced statements.
Now embrace the nectar of my lips, drink passionately from its fountain of desire.
Can you feel me now?
Lay in symmetry, exposed to the world re birth in a new emotion.
As I paint your body with warm baby oil, using water lilies as the brush.
Long strokes that cover your entire frame, 2 to 3 coats Iâ??m in no rush.
Be the single rose that lies in my bed and I will be the thorns wrapped around you so not just anyone can touch your petals.
Can you feel me now?
Now feel the realms of nature as things rise and fall.
To be your gardener, dig in your gravel to plant seeds of my affection deep with in your core.
Enter your forest and plant my root in the girth of your earth and grow from the endless fall of rain on my stem.
Weeding past any obstacles, watering you with my attention so when itâ??s our season I can harvest crops of your love.
And allow your sexual frustration to be relieved in movements of easing back slow, and facial expression, closed eyes, scrunching face, mouth open and a stuttering sigh.
And if slippery when wet just lift, shimmy or shift to the side to allow things to fall back into place.
Donâ??t move, just feel the energy soaring throw you from a natural throbbing motion.
