Mr Re-Appear/ Disappear

Mr Re-Appear/ Disappear
I am here and you are there
Yet you swear that you do care
How can I know if you don't share
Your feelings seem bare
Mr Re-Appear/ Disappear
Between the sheets you reappear
Arrive and leave me laying here
Vanishing into very thin air
Amazing that my hearts still here
Mr Re-Appear/ Disappear
Gone again after leaving here
Its so clear now you truly don't care
Time after time you Re-Appear
But Often times you Disappear!
Bye Mr Re-Appear/ Disappear!

Midnight Snack

I was so bored and lonely when Travis left the house. I so wish we never had that argument. I pick up the phone on the 2nd ring as I leave the kitchen. "Oh, hey Courtney!" I reply as dryly as possible. She aint who I wanted to talk to.... all I needed was my pralines and cream ice cream and my boo. He's been mad at me since he "claimed" he saw me with another dude. I been trying to tell him that was my boss. It was my fault anyhow. I crawl into the bed to watch tonite's Surreal Life. I think to myself... shyt..if Flav and Brigitte can be in love then I must be doing something wrong. I push the remote to my music station and nothing is on..... *ding dong* TRAV is now online. He's on yahoo. He's there for 20 minutes and doesnt say a thing to me. Oh well....... cant miss what I really didnt have no way. I proceed to lay down in the bed and watch tv. Thoughts of him fill my mind. I began to feel the heat rising to my breasts and my breath becomes heavy. I feel moisture on my face, lips, neck.... I jump up and its Travis......
"I missed you baby" he said
"why didnt you say something when you saw me online" I replied. I was hurt!
"because I wanted to make sure you were home when I gave you this...... " and with that he pulls out a 1 carat marquise engagement ring. "Will you be my wife?"
I am shocked but come to my senses and say "NO, you dont trust me and I cant be with someone for the rest of my life if you cant trust me."
"Will you marry me?" he said as he kisses my neck, breasts, stomach and eventually my mound below.
"Travis...... you dont think I want to be with someone that thinks Im sleeping with my boss do you?"
"No, he actually called my house looking for you and explained that he thought it was too late for you to be driving let alone traveling and it was HIS fault that you has to stay late. His wife also apologized and now its my turn"
With that he lifted up my leg and placed his hands over mine. I couldnt move. He placed the engagement ring on my nipple.. and with every lick asked me.... "will you marry me?" slurp "will you marry me" lick "will you be my wife" suck
I came so hard that all I could say was YES, YES, YES...... I fell asleep and woke up with the ring on my finger and his arm around me after our lovemaking session. What a way to be proposed to......
Later for my bucket of ice cream.... it melted right on my nightstand.


Allison Edwards ©2005

Alone With You!

Alone With You

The night has fallen

The dew has set

The fallen rain has met

rosepetals on its descent.

Fresh air tickles my nose

as I anticipate being

Alone with you.

I need no umbrella.

You are my shade,

my comfort.  I put

my trust in you.

As I guide my footsteps

along the way

Night by Night.  Day by Day

I anticipate being alone with you.

The taste of your lips

the warmth of your body

the smell of your back

gives the reason to

be alone with you.

I sleep with you

I laugh with you.

I cry with you.

I’m alone with you.

The Park

The Park by Allison Edwards Ò1998

            It was an evening after work.  I needed to see you even if it was for five minutes knowing good and well that that wasn’t enough time for us to even share a kiss.  We meet up and go off to our secret spot, a place carefully chosen and chanced upon.  It has become our regular meeting place and the location of all of our rendezvous’.  We find a seat and begin to reacquaint ourselves with a hug and a kiss, which turns you and I on even more.  We begin with a kiss and it turns into much more.  You begin to tug on my thongs knowing that you want whatever is beneath them. 

              It is not the first time we’ve been here but it is the first time that we have so much time together.  You are amazed at how aroused I have become.  My breathing has increased… and your lovetool as grown to express the delight in feeling my warm body against yours.  You begin to kiss me softly and it progresses as you paw me not knowing what to do with me.  The light of the moon reflects on your face as I kiss your eyes knowing that we are about to engage in something very forbidden.  You push me up against a tree and lift my skirt, which hides my innermost gem.  I get a rush off of feeling you against me.  You proceed to kiss me passionately like never before and pick me up to the park bench. 

                 The crisp fall leaves crackle under your footsteps.  You lay down your coat and ask me to lie down.  Feeling skeptical I question your motives and you answer my question with a kiss to my gem.  I shiver at the feel of your tongue especially in such a public place.  You assure me that there is no one around.  You continue to take that trek meanwhile I begin to get very aroused.  You gently pick me up and place me in front of you.  I slowly pull your zipper down revealing a hint of Tommy Hilfiger briefs.  They’ve obviously grown with sexual arousal.  You pull out your rod and protect it as we are about to engage in some serious and dangerous business. 

                 Without missing a beat, you pull me to sit down on top of you and I feel your heat.  You feel my warmth and moan at how wet I am.  We move in motion simultaneously and the harder you thrust, the wetter I get.  We remember to keep quiet being that we are outside.  You and I are getting close to climax and we hold on tight to each other for fear of losing control… that has already happened, it seems.  We reach orgasm within minutes of each other and laugh knowing that someone could have been watching.  We walk away well spent and weary yet satisfied anticipating our next venture into forbidden territory.

Broken Hearted

Bloody ink left on the paper

covered with tears from my eyes

Heart broken into a million pieces

All repercussions of your lies

I tried to love you as best I could

I wanted to be your very best

I never thought Id get the short end of the stick

But you preferred to leave me for the rest

I struggled at night to be heard and held

In your arms is where I lay

You shifted your focus to another not me

It started longer than today

I'm tired! I want to be loved

Give me what I need

Choose me! Take Me!

Sadly, you wont ever take heed!

Increase Your Standards

As I stepped into the salon I felt uneasy. I had heard rave reviews about this place but it didn’t seem like it had the spunk that I needed. The floor had left over hair on it from the night before. The garbage bins were filled to the brim and the stylists complained that they didn’t feel like doing hair on such and such day because they had “other appointments”

Wasn’t this your job? You signed up for this business and now you are refusing business? If you haven’t guessed already this is a black owned hair salon.

Finally I take a seat and wait for my turn. My hair just needed a wash and set but I also wanted  deep conditioning and trim. I couldn’t take the risk of doing it myself. My appointment was at 10:30am and  it is not 10:45. I peruse  magazines and try to make conversation with the gum-snapping women that “work” there. The ones that are sitting in their own chairs not asking me if I need assistance or what I need done to my hair. Finally at 12:20 my stylist comes in and does what she needs to with my hair. She doesn’t apologize for her tardiness and for what usually costs 40 has cost me 65 dollars and all of my day. The purpose of me going there early was so I can leave early. I left at 5:00 pm and now I am driving ten miles above the speed limit so I can get my kids from aftercare at 5:30pm because my stylist decided to take her sweet time and none of her dingbat co workers cared enough to lighten her load and represent her company properly.

You do all understand I am making a point here. There were many issues involved in this scenario and the main one was PROFESSIONALISM. When you represent a business you must adhere to the rules of the customer. You are on their payroll and their clock. Do not show up to work late and be disrespectful of others time. Do not half ass your client and do not have them waiting on you. Do not have your co workers bitch and moan about not having work but they are turning it down when it comes your way. THIS is why people do not support black businesses because at times we do not represent ourselves accordingly. My instructor a few years ago said to me after I got to his class five minutes late. He said You are late. I said, no sir I am on time. He said, that’s the problem Allie. In life, everyone thinks they have enough time. Be fifteen minutes early for everything and you are on time. Be on time and you are late. Be fifteen minutes late and you have just missed an opportunity! Don’t let life slip away from you ladies and gentlemen! INCREASE YOUR STANDARDS!!!

Anatomy of The Jump Off!

“Cuffin”, “Bunned Up”, “Fuck Buddy”, “Entanglements”, “Situations”, “JumpOffs”, “Sideline Hoe”

Those are the terms used in the new millennium that describes the current state of relationships.  I mean its really self explanatory and the men and women that condone this state that’s it’s a way of life. Its Not!

Men aren’t supposed to be committed to one woman. Women should know their place blah blah blah.

Well quite honestly, what  is the point of marriage then?

The Bible states that GOD took a rib from Adam to create Eve because man and woman aren’t supposed to be alone. Later on in the scriptures it shows that Abraham and many others took more than one wife. Okay I get that…. But know that ALL THE WIVES KNEW EACH OTHER. If you are engaging in a relationship that is secretive, the other party has no knowledge of whats going on outside of the relationship then its CHEATING!!!  Now I am in no way an expert in theology however  know enough to know that things that occurred in the Old Testament and The New Testament are VERY different. I also know enough to know that people chop, screw and finagle scriptures of the Bible to use when it suits them as opposed to using it as fact and leading the lives they should according to His Word. That’s a totally different story in itself.

Being in a relationship requires work! It requires communication, trust, commitment and attraction of some kind and that’s just the basics in my opinion. Treat your relationships like how you do friendships. People must be worthy to be in your circle , to share your air, your mind, and your body fluids!

Women complain that there are no good men around yet they are giving up the goods way to easily under the premise of “Its not that serious”, “Im just having a good time”, “I can make him love me”

Sorry boo… it not going to happen. No man will take you seriously if he’s had a piece of the pie without commitment. YOU are just something to do and sadly if it good enough he will pass you off to his friends.

Men, please quit it! We are on to your games just like you are on to ours. Far be it from me to judge! But know that the while the double standards do exist you are still whores to us. I do NOT want to be walking down the street with you as my husband and see two or three chicks you’ve had relations with. Oh, and don’t ask about how many people we’ve slept with. It will forever ruin your image of us yet you want us to keep giving it to you in the bedroom. Let’s leave the answer at “PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT”

In closing, I hope it all makes a little bit of sense. Men and women think differently yet we want the same thing. It all boils down to LOVE. Women give sex for love and men give love for sex. That’s not a rumor…… that’s fact!