As I close my eyes, I can only envision the art of good morning loving. There’s nothing in this world more orgasmic than waking up beside the man I call my best and greatest friend, my lover like no other, my confidant, my companion … the mate to my soul. He’s my other half, because together we are better and apart we are stronger.
The art of good morning loving requires only two … two beings enriched with unrestricted love. Don’t get up now; just allow your bodies to connect. Your bare back is facing his unclothed body. The touch of his soft lips on your neck sends a strong electric current through your spine. His hands gently take a few first class trips to every known curve and crevice. Your facial expressions and body movements convey a lustful tale … your sexual breath and dramatized moan turns him on. He turns you around and looks deep into your soul causing your pupils to dilate. He interlocks his left hand with your right hand (it’s now against the pillow) … you decide to gently grab his hair with your free hand. He continues to look into your eyes as he travels down the center of your body with his slithery serpent (his tongue). Your heart pounds as he licks and sucks on your delicate and sensitive breasts, hips, and thighs. He reaches the motherland … the core of pleasure. He erotically massages your “lady tongue” with his serpent. You try to push him away, but his force is too mighty. He adores your moans and your groans … he stops. He slowly climbs on top of your trembling body. He kisses your lips … you welcome his tongue into your mouth (you taste your sweet nectar … your tantalizing juices). You close your eyes and utter a prayer to God, “Thank you Father for this man … he’s the man of my every want, my every need, and my every desire … Amen.”
He eases into your “majestic jewel” … your warmth causes convulsions (he loses self-control). He goes deeper … you both moan in unison. You feel drops of his sweat land on your protruding nipples. He goes deeper … you hear the echo of your moan. He goes even deeper … he wants to free his flow, but refuses to. He sucks on your ear lobe and whispers into your ear, “I want you to cum with me.” This shit turns you on … he finally unchains your inner orgasmic beast.
Bzzzzzzz! Damn! The 6:00am alarm (you set) squeals on your iPhone. You were almost there. To Be Continued …
When I awake from this daydream, I can only hope the universe releases this man, this powerful being into my reality. There’s nothing in this world more beguiling than good morning loving. You giving all of you … he’s giving all of him.
Today is not just like any other day. Each day that you arise you are granted another opportunity to LIVE, to be FREE, to be WHOLE, and to be YOU. Thank You Universe! Thank you Lord! Thank you Angels! Thank you Creator!
I often do the same things every morning … roll over several times, close my eyes, and wipe the sweat from my thighs (hoping that the half naked man in my dreams would reappear), slap and curse at the alarm clock (until I only have ten minutes to get dressed for work), do my wide arm and wide mouth stretch, hop out of bed and into the shower (allowing the steam to penetrate my skin), lubricate my body with my coconut oil concoction, grab my two-piece suit and kitty kat heels, put on a natural face (just a dab of Cover FX in Medium Deep just to shield the imperfections), cover my lips with Mac’s Cherish (one of the best nudes for women of color), run to the kitchen to grab a bottle of Bolthouse Farm’s Vanilla Chai Latte (may cause an orgasm in your mouth) from the frig, and make my way to the car (trying not to slam the door behind me). Dateless in Carolina never felt so theatrical.
Always remember that your life is your story … it’s your moment to be in the spotlight. You are the only one that can call ACTION! Be free to live without regret, without fear, and without knowing. You will never know what the world has in store if you don’t take a chance.
Spread your wings and Fly … Fly higher than the eagles that scamper through the clouds. Free yourself!
That’s right! I am in
love lust with Adam Levine. I’m no jump off, side chick, pop off, or the “other woman.” I’m his chocolate thunderstorm, his cocoa goddess, his hot cinnamon caramel latte (with a few swirls of whipped cream), and his Godiva chocolate with a juicy, sweet cherry in the middle. I kid! I kid! A woman can dream right? Reality kicks my ass every time. I’m just a celibate beast with impure and animalistic thoughts.
Adam, your coffee cream cake is right here. We can be like “Animals” in the wild. You can be my Tarzan and I’ll be your Janet (the name sounds more ethnic). I will remove my MUFE Matte Velvet Shade 70 foundation, wipe off my Mac Ruby Woo Lipstick (it must be love), take off my Target Mossimo midi dress (that was actually on clearance), pull off my Sam Edelman thigh high Kayla boots, and cut out my extensions (now, you know how a sista is about her hair) … all of this just for you. I’ll even climb the tallest tree, run for miles (just before my right knee gives out), drink from the creek (the fountain of youth is more like it), and sleep in a cave (wait, let me ponder on that for a minute) … again, all of this just for you.
If you ever have trouble finding me (maps often become discolored and mistakenly ripped to shreds) … take a first class flight (you’re fancy so you can take your private jet) to Atlanta, Georgia then another flight to Charlotte, North Carolina (with a slight layover), then a flight to the Capitol of “South Cackalack.” I promise you’ll be back in time for the The Voice.
This is only comedy people.
But maybe, just maybe … if I speak him into existence the universe will hear my cry and send his twin (Adam’s mold was somehow duplicated at the Factory of Desired Men).
And Adam, if you ever read this, I’m that woman you always dreamed of (before you got hitched). You know, the one that inspired “Maps” … I Kid I Kid!