Use Your Heart......
I have always had a problem with waiting. It has never been my strong suit. Though Taurus the Bull (my sign) is practical, steadfast, unchanging, and PATIENT, I never understood how I could be so patient yet HATE WAITING. Then when I took the time to really break this down in my head I realized that I want what I want, when I want it, but I am steadfast enough to slow walk it down until it becomes mine...no matter how long it takes. I was having a conversation with a friend of mine who shall remain nameless and she tells me that when the time is right, she will pursue the things that she wants in life. I argue with her (cause that's what I do best) but I argue the point that Everytime is the right time when it is something that you are passionate about. I refuse to sit around and simply wait because I truly feel that the Lord places certain aspirations in your heart and then he gives you the ability to make those things into a reality. We may not always hear or see a sign, but we will be filled with enough courage to pursue the object of our happiness. Now I am not saying patience is a bad thing, not by any means, sometimes it is best to sit back and absorb a situation before jumping in....it's just smarter, but if you wait too long your window could close before you were able to take the leap of faith. During this conversation she asked me about a certain someone that I have a particular eye on and asked how it was going. I explained to her that this person seems to be someone that I could actually see myself loving for a lifetime because of his genuine personality (those that know me know that I am allergic to Fake) anyway, in response she tells me that's good, but in the same breath she warns me to be cautious. SMH, you know I had to break this one down...... Caution: a. Careful forethought to avoid danger or harm. b. Close attention or vigilance to minimize risk: My response: If I went through my entire life in fear of what could happen or may happen then I would have lived my entire life wrapped in caution tape and I would not have as many experiences under my belt. In response to this she says....well be careful not to make any of the same past mistakes. Mistakes or errors are avoidable occurances wherein a person unintentionally does something that causes an unfortunate result. My Response: I have NEVER made a mistake in my personal life, because to say I made a mistake would imply that my situations were avoidable....no situation is avoidable if it is part of your life plan. It is what it is. I call them life lessons, bits of information to learn from so that I can steady and ready myself for that Mr. Wonderful. It so happens that my hope to be "Mr. Wonderful" lies under a sun sign that tells me that he is life and marriage material. (yes, I checked out this brotha's astrological sign) I cheese at this ideal because just from 4 hours of phone conversation I realize that even down to the smallest detail of birthday cake icing that we see eye to eye. I find peace and comfort in knowing this, though I am not sure where it will go from this point, I can rest easy just knowing that I gave it my best effort; because if I didn't I would have to live the rest of my life with shoulda coulda wouldas. I also realized that anyone that can get me to belly laugh the way he did is sure worthy of my Patience. So I guess the point of my rambling today is to simply point out (strictly from my POV) that sometimes you have to seize life, grab it by the horns, and don't live in fearful caution of making mistakes because there are no mistakes just bundles of lessons and living in fear is just lonely as hell!!! USE YOUR HEART...let it lead you in the way you should go...after all that is where the Lord dwells...right? Whoo!! I sure hope this Scorpio is up for the challenge.....hahaha Peace, The Realist P.S. if you click on the title of this post it will take you to the song that inspired the title.
Let's Get Physical
Recently my sister decided to be a Team BeachBody Coach, and has elected yours truly to enroll and begin a fitness regime. I am such the procrastinator. I should be 100% motivated right? I should be gung ho to start building a new and better me right?....but what do you do when the old you has a firm grasp on your mentality? How many of you are sitting here reading this thinking that you would like to make a change in your appearance? but then you counteract that thought with "People should just accept me for who I am not what I look like?" Ok, that's true, but honestly, you are going to be viewed on the outside as well as the inside it is just a part of life and sometimes life sucks...now I am not saying you should care about what people think of you...by all means I am NOT saying that. What I am saying is that YOU should not only be HAPPY you should be HEALTHY....you and I both know that being Obese is not anything to be happy about no matter how much you try and convince yourself...it's just not and YES I said OBESE...meaning you are just carrying an unhealthy amount of weight on your frame.
It is time to remove the Old Self....the one that tells you "Oh well you can have this doughnut/twinkie/cookie/fried chicken/BigMac/Whopper/etc. today and start that diet tomorrow" LOL..you know you do it...hell I am NOTORIOUS for thinking this way...and then tomorrow comes and I think oh well what's one more day? The hardest part is going to be getting rid of that person or at least silencing her long enough to get some things accomplished.
The next hardest thing for me to do....the DREADED EXERCISE....I hate it with a passion...probably because I am just straight lazy...yep...lol..I will admit it...I will "Keep it Real" I find nothing fun about running laps.....however these videos that Team Beach Body sales look interesting...especially Hip Hop Abs. So I think I will take a dive and shake off the "Fat Girl Mentality" and take a step towards a slimmer HEALTHIER me. I have two children that expect me to be around for a while...I best not let them down.
So now I am thinking to myself...I NEED to do this...I SHOULD do this...I WILL do this...but I need some support...My sisters and I are launching a little competition called "Weigh To Go" and I am fashioning myself as the underdog because I have a longer journey to my goal than they do. So I need some help up in here! If you are interested in joining TEAM ERICKA on the journey to a HEALTHIER YOU.....please hit me up and together we can get it Tight and Right. I can also send you the link to my sis's FB page so you can sign up and get it poppin! I have a birthday coming up soon...and a certain little outfit that I want to wear.....so let the games begin!!!
It is time to remove the Old Self....the one that tells you "Oh well you can have this doughnut/twinkie/cookie/fried chicken/BigMac/Whopper/etc. today and start that diet tomorrow" LOL..you know you do it...hell I am NOTORIOUS for thinking this way...and then tomorrow comes and I think oh well what's one more day? The hardest part is going to be getting rid of that person or at least silencing her long enough to get some things accomplished.
The next hardest thing for me to do....the DREADED EXERCISE....I hate it with a passion...probably because I am just straight lazy...yep...lol..I will admit it...I will "Keep it Real" I find nothing fun about running laps.....however these videos that Team Beach Body sales look interesting...especially Hip Hop Abs. So I think I will take a dive and shake off the "Fat Girl Mentality" and take a step towards a slimmer HEALTHIER me. I have two children that expect me to be around for a while...I best not let them down.
So now I am thinking to myself...I NEED to do this...I SHOULD do this...I WILL do this...but I need some support...My sisters and I are launching a little competition called "Weigh To Go" and I am fashioning myself as the underdog because I have a longer journey to my goal than they do. So I need some help up in here! If you are interested in joining TEAM ERICKA on the journey to a HEALTHIER YOU.....please hit me up and together we can get it Tight and Right. I can also send you the link to my sis's FB page so you can sign up and get it poppin! I have a birthday coming up soon...and a certain little outfit that I want to wear.....so let the games begin!!!
Come and Talk to Me (Part 1)
So I recently read a question in The Champagne Room (which is an excellent page on Facebook by the way..very, Ahem, enlightening) about approaching a man if you find him attractive. Hmmm, after much thought on this subject I decided to share a little story. You know I always have a story!! lol
Recently I was made aware of a certain FYT (Fine Young Thang)that could be a potential Mr."Wright" for me. I was filled in a little on him and was told that he had also gotten some background info on me. After the "sales pitch" I realized he had a lot of the qualities that made him pretty damn attractive. 1. NO Baby Mama(s) 2. NO Wife or Ex-Wife or present Girlfriend
3. Damn Good Job 4. College Degree 5. WANTS KIDS (HELLO!!! LOL)....so I decided to make the first move and I sent a Friend Request on Facebook. I figure nothing too forward about that right? So he accepted me and then I waited and waited for something....a message..a poke...a chat box message...something...but nope I got nothing...lol So I thought now what? I mean DANG I did send the request sooooo...Should I just forget about it? and ATTEMPT not worry about it too much? Should I feel offended because he just might not be checking for me? or should I reach out and see what's up? I just don't want to seem forward you know...I mean I really prefered to BE pursued and not be the aggresor...just my up bringing I guess. I mean I know this is a new day and age but I just can't seem to bring myself to step out that far. Hmmm...(tapping fingers on my chin cause that's my DEEP THOUGHT pose)
Sooooo after much of that DEEP THOUGHT..somehow I let someone persuade me to send a little message...I mean really what could that hurt? So I sent a light comical extension of myself in the form of an inbox message. It took TWO...count them TWO whole days before I got the one liner that was replied...LOL So now I sit here wondering...how in the world can I get this FYT to understand that it would be in his best interest to Come and Talk to Me? I mean should I really have to work this hard? but to be perfectly honest, I find it a little attractive, I mean I have always liked a challenge..trouble is that I give up quick too...rejection does not sit well with me at ALL!!!
So my question today is:
Ladies: If it were you, how would you feel about approaching a man first?
Fellas: Do you sometimes wish that a woman would approach you first, or does that, in fact, make her seem too forward? Does she lose some of her swag points for that?
Give me some feedback.
Recently I was made aware of a certain FYT (Fine Young Thang)that could be a potential Mr."Wright" for me. I was filled in a little on him and was told that he had also gotten some background info on me. After the "sales pitch" I realized he had a lot of the qualities that made him pretty damn attractive. 1. NO Baby Mama(s) 2. NO Wife or Ex-Wife or present Girlfriend
3. Damn Good Job 4. College Degree 5. WANTS KIDS (HELLO!!! LOL)....so I decided to make the first move and I sent a Friend Request on Facebook. I figure nothing too forward about that right? So he accepted me and then I waited and waited for something....a message..a poke...a chat box message...something...but nope I got nothing...lol So I thought now what? I mean DANG I did send the request sooooo...Should I just forget about it? and ATTEMPT not worry about it too much? Should I feel offended because he just might not be checking for me? or should I reach out and see what's up? I just don't want to seem forward you know...I mean I really prefered to BE pursued and not be the aggresor...just my up bringing I guess. I mean I know this is a new day and age but I just can't seem to bring myself to step out that far. Hmmm...(tapping fingers on my chin cause that's my DEEP THOUGHT pose)
Sooooo after much of that DEEP THOUGHT..somehow I let someone persuade me to send a little message...I mean really what could that hurt? So I sent a light comical extension of myself in the form of an inbox message. It took TWO...count them TWO whole days before I got the one liner that was replied...LOL So now I sit here wondering...how in the world can I get this FYT to understand that it would be in his best interest to Come and Talk to Me? I mean should I really have to work this hard? but to be perfectly honest, I find it a little attractive, I mean I have always liked a challenge..trouble is that I give up quick too...rejection does not sit well with me at ALL!!!
So my question today is:
Ladies: If it were you, how would you feel about approaching a man first?
Fellas: Do you sometimes wish that a woman would approach you first, or does that, in fact, make her seem too forward? Does she lose some of her swag points for that?
Give me some feedback.
Just something that popped into my head around 12:15 am...I call it THE BLUES
Them that’s got shall have……
All the riches that this world has to offer but what is it if your family is torn apart by bitter lies of a drug addiction gone wrong cause you thought that buying yourself everything could bring happiness? What a foolish thought. If the worldly goods of this place could buy happiness then your daughter would not be selling herself on the corner for a dime trying to buy a nickel bag of that sweet sensation that can release her from the pain of having a father with two or three flings on the side while her mother sits idly by watching from the sidelines as she finds her soul in the bottom of Jack’s bottle but still wearing the neatly coifed evidence of her spa day trying to wash all of her pain away……
Them that’s not shall lose…
Everything that they have trying to stay on top of the game by portraying themselves as everyday Joes scrimping and saving every dollar that they have to their name trying to rise to the top and claim the fame of a broken dream and promise that Uncle Sam said was within reach..Trying to claim their 4o acres and a mule only to be left holding a handful of dreams deferred and an armful of loneliness Praying everyday that this day will be their last day of hopelessness a prayer prayed for so long….the American dream..turned nightmare…something has gone horribly wrong…
So the bible says and it still is news…..
Because you cannot, no matter how strong your faith may seem, lure the devil into your world while trying to maintain. You cannot shield yourself behind the book of instruction while slowly self destructing from the obsession of lusting no matter how hard you try.
Mama may have
Thought that the world was a safer place for her child while inside she is slowly dying because she lost herself in the hopes of a better tomorrow
Papa may have….
Been a rolling stone but he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and he is trying his best to atone
But God bless the child that’s got his own…
Beliefs, afflictions, determination and direction trying to run from the skeletons of the past but they firmly grasp the metamorphic world of the happy family
Hmm, just some food for thought…no particular order…just random things that came to mind. Way too much going thru this brain of mine tonight....hahaha...working on a new topic that centers around the broken family.....it is coming to me slowly but surely...stay tuned.
The Realist.
All the riches that this world has to offer but what is it if your family is torn apart by bitter lies of a drug addiction gone wrong cause you thought that buying yourself everything could bring happiness? What a foolish thought. If the worldly goods of this place could buy happiness then your daughter would not be selling herself on the corner for a dime trying to buy a nickel bag of that sweet sensation that can release her from the pain of having a father with two or three flings on the side while her mother sits idly by watching from the sidelines as she finds her soul in the bottom of Jack’s bottle but still wearing the neatly coifed evidence of her spa day trying to wash all of her pain away……
Them that’s not shall lose…
Everything that they have trying to stay on top of the game by portraying themselves as everyday Joes scrimping and saving every dollar that they have to their name trying to rise to the top and claim the fame of a broken dream and promise that Uncle Sam said was within reach..Trying to claim their 4o acres and a mule only to be left holding a handful of dreams deferred and an armful of loneliness Praying everyday that this day will be their last day of hopelessness a prayer prayed for so long….the American dream..turned nightmare…something has gone horribly wrong…
So the bible says and it still is news…..
Because you cannot, no matter how strong your faith may seem, lure the devil into your world while trying to maintain. You cannot shield yourself behind the book of instruction while slowly self destructing from the obsession of lusting no matter how hard you try.
Mama may have
Thought that the world was a safer place for her child while inside she is slowly dying because she lost herself in the hopes of a better tomorrow
Papa may have….
Been a rolling stone but he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and he is trying his best to atone
But God bless the child that’s got his own…
Beliefs, afflictions, determination and direction trying to run from the skeletons of the past but they firmly grasp the metamorphic world of the happy family
Hmm, just some food for thought…no particular order…just random things that came to mind. Way too much going thru this brain of mine tonight....hahaha...working on a new topic that centers around the broken family.....it is coming to me slowly but surely...stay tuned.
The Realist.
I WIsh I Was A Little Bit Taller......
I know there are times when I have so many self doubts that it seems like my pity party escalates into a full blown blowout. I have these moments often when one day I look in the mirror and see a beautiful young lady with a beautiful smile and “hottie” characteristics, but as soon as I stand in that dressing room and realize that those jeans that were so perfect on the mannequin are not so perfect on these hips of mine, I relapse into the great depression and the vicious cycle continues. Oh and don’t let me see a picture….one of those picture that I just KNEW was a cute pose until I see it and all my flaws seem to jump off the screen! Ugghh, it sends me for a loop every time, which is why I take tons of pictures from the neck up. LOL
Yesterday when I was discussing a certain person I thought was cute to my sister, she told me that she knew him very well and then went on to tell me that he was a great catch but in so many words (to my ears anyway) she went on to tell me that I was Pure Drama, and that I wasn’t going to measure up to the beauty of his ex-girlfriend. Ok so maybe she didn’t mean it that way, I am sure she didn’t (I probably was being dramatic!) but to these ears it was just enough to set off those bells of self-doubt. I mean I know for a fact that there are some things that I could work on….these rolls that keep miraculously forming, this acne that seems to want to pop up whenever I really want to go out (I blame it on the stress of the fitting room dilemma) and I have always, ALWAYS had a problem with my butt! Yes, I confess, when it came to the formation of my rear end, all the fat bypassed it and went to my thighs!
I must admit I have always wanted one of those butts that make a man shout; a big old ignorant butt that can knock stuff off of tables…(ok ok, maybe not that big! LOL) but something that at least held my jeans up! Mine always seems to lead to one question… “You sure you black?” (especially from my ex husband, which is one of the reasons why he became an EX! LOL) so those implants that they keep saying Nikki Minaj has are sounding better and better every minute….but I digress….
The true reason for me writing this morning is just to ask “How often do you wish that something about you were different?” I mean people wish for many things which is why the topic of this post popped into my head. “I wish I was a little bit taller” I cannot remember the name of the guy that sung this song but he wished for a lot of things that he knew just wouldn’t come true. So I figure why waste my time WISHING when I can learn to accept what I was given and work on the things that I am not so happy about? So that’s my goal for 2011, to stop wishing and to make things happen. I may not ever get down to fashion model size, but to be quite REAL I have come to love most of these curves so I can’t nix them altogether…. I will keep some in the right places for sure and who knows I might even get a little sumthin sumthin growing in the back (AYE IT’S POSSIBLE!!).
Point of my ramble today: Be happy with what you have because when you think about it, it could have been a lot worse! No matter what you are beautiful just the way you are…only change because YOU want to…not because someone said you should.
Yesterday when I was discussing a certain person I thought was cute to my sister, she told me that she knew him very well and then went on to tell me that he was a great catch but in so many words (to my ears anyway) she went on to tell me that I was Pure Drama, and that I wasn’t going to measure up to the beauty of his ex-girlfriend. Ok so maybe she didn’t mean it that way, I am sure she didn’t (I probably was being dramatic!) but to these ears it was just enough to set off those bells of self-doubt. I mean I know for a fact that there are some things that I could work on….these rolls that keep miraculously forming, this acne that seems to want to pop up whenever I really want to go out (I blame it on the stress of the fitting room dilemma) and I have always, ALWAYS had a problem with my butt! Yes, I confess, when it came to the formation of my rear end, all the fat bypassed it and went to my thighs!
I must admit I have always wanted one of those butts that make a man shout; a big old ignorant butt that can knock stuff off of tables…(ok ok, maybe not that big! LOL) but something that at least held my jeans up! Mine always seems to lead to one question… “You sure you black?” (especially from my ex husband, which is one of the reasons why he became an EX! LOL) so those implants that they keep saying Nikki Minaj has are sounding better and better every minute….but I digress….
The true reason for me writing this morning is just to ask “How often do you wish that something about you were different?” I mean people wish for many things which is why the topic of this post popped into my head. “I wish I was a little bit taller” I cannot remember the name of the guy that sung this song but he wished for a lot of things that he knew just wouldn’t come true. So I figure why waste my time WISHING when I can learn to accept what I was given and work on the things that I am not so happy about? So that’s my goal for 2011, to stop wishing and to make things happen. I may not ever get down to fashion model size, but to be quite REAL I have come to love most of these curves so I can’t nix them altogether…. I will keep some in the right places for sure and who knows I might even get a little sumthin sumthin growing in the back (AYE IT’S POSSIBLE!!).
Point of my ramble today: Be happy with what you have because when you think about it, it could have been a lot worse! No matter what you are beautiful just the way you are…only change because YOU want to…not because someone said you should.
Tonight I am Really On One
Ok guys, I know it is late but I just really gave thought to adding comentary to this blog and I have to tell you I am psyched at the ideal of it now!! I promise to bring you the realist questions, stories, jokes, just anything that could not fit into the realms of Facebook and Twitter. So hit me up in the comment section, and be sure to subscribe to the posts so I can see just who is checking me out. If you have any particular subject you want me to hit on, just send me an inbox message on Facebook or hit me by email erickawright_98@yahoo.com.
Thanks and look forward to bringing you the real talk straight off the brain real soon.
Good night all!!!
The Realist
Thanks and look forward to bringing you the real talk straight off the brain real soon.
Good night all!!!
The Realist
What did you expect?
In a time where we care more about what goes on our bodies then what happens to them
When we care more about the next big thing
then what is going on in front of our very eyes
In a time and space when people sit waiting, waiting,
waiting for someone else to take the lead
cause you just “don’t want to be starting something”
In a time where our children are preparing for jail, or for hell, but not to excel
In a world that is filled with the bitter taste of hatred for your brother man
And you steadily trying to connive against that other man
When we care more about bombs exploding then we care about
the young child being exploited,
hot tears streaming down a silent and pained face and
we
do
nothing
In a time when we would rather burn flags in protest,
then offer that homeless man on the corner a blanket
because we feel he was just too
lazy
Well what did you expect to happen?
Of course the world is in shambles
We can’t expect the good to come when we as a nation cannot face the bad
Everyday
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
There is a young child born to a poor and single mother that can’t take care of herself, never mind her other five or six children
Or that young man that has implanted that seed of life yet he cannot grow from the absurdity of his mind, nor can he escape the prison of his defeat
Well what
did you
expect?
I can smell, feel, and hear sounds of a new force
Will this be the one?
Will you do something about it?
Will you stand up and claim what is yours?
Can you taste it?
The sweet calming spirit of a sweeping force that engulfs you and beckons you to just, start, something?
ANYTHING!
Let the fire ignite and burn into a MOVEMENT!
What do you expect to happen?
God willing….I expect a change is gonna come
When we care more about the next big thing
then what is going on in front of our very eyes
In a time and space when people sit waiting, waiting,
waiting for someone else to take the lead
cause you just “don’t want to be starting something”
In a time where our children are preparing for jail, or for hell, but not to excel
In a world that is filled with the bitter taste of hatred for your brother man
And you steadily trying to connive against that other man
When we care more about bombs exploding then we care about
the young child being exploited,
hot tears streaming down a silent and pained face and
we
do
nothing
In a time when we would rather burn flags in protest,
then offer that homeless man on the corner a blanket
because we feel he was just too
lazy
Well what did you expect to happen?
Of course the world is in shambles
We can’t expect the good to come when we as a nation cannot face the bad
Everyday
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
There is a young child born to a poor and single mother that can’t take care of herself, never mind her other five or six children
Or that young man that has implanted that seed of life yet he cannot grow from the absurdity of his mind, nor can he escape the prison of his defeat
Well what
did you
expect?
I can smell, feel, and hear sounds of a new force
Will this be the one?
Will you do something about it?
Will you stand up and claim what is yours?
Can you taste it?
The sweet calming spirit of a sweeping force that engulfs you and beckons you to just, start, something?
ANYTHING!
Let the fire ignite and burn into a MOVEMENT!
What do you expect to happen?
God willing….I expect a change is gonna come
In a state of disbelief, I hold the thought of Promise
Every day I look into their eyes
I feel their pain
I see their hurt
I see their future
My heart wants to grab them up and protect them from the world
To hide away until the world begins to flood with love
I pray for an everyday miracle
Something to eradicate the despair of our nation
Their eyes hold so much promise
Though some are abandoned by the masculine part of their blood
The breakdown of the black family
They stand strong together
They support one another in a physical and mental bond that I,
being one of their vessels into this world,
Cannot comprehend
The world today presents a horrible façade
Planes crashing into buildings,
Technology predators
Abusing our children and leaving them in depression
Feeling like they have to take the world into their own hands
Scheming ways to make money
Infecting the veins of our community
with poison, with their lyrics, in their pockets,
their inability to maintain the desire to succeed
With the mainstream media encouraging their every negative thought
Thinking it’s ok to be degraded, to be subjected to the cruelty of the races
To be sexual objects of obsession
Using what they’ve got to get what they want
But I am sure that underneath this lies the promise
Promise of success
Promise of hope
Gone are the guns that are placed between their small hands
Before they learn to walk
The thoughts of fast money, fast cars, and fast living
The smoke will clear,
From their lungs, from their minds, from their hearts
Let’s intoxicate their minds with wisdom, not with spirits
Our Black babies hold the future
We only need provide the torch
I feel their pain
I see their hurt
I see their future
My heart wants to grab them up and protect them from the world
To hide away until the world begins to flood with love
I pray for an everyday miracle
Something to eradicate the despair of our nation
Their eyes hold so much promise
Though some are abandoned by the masculine part of their blood
The breakdown of the black family
They stand strong together
They support one another in a physical and mental bond that I,
being one of their vessels into this world,
Cannot comprehend
The world today presents a horrible façade
Planes crashing into buildings,
Technology predators
Abusing our children and leaving them in depression
Feeling like they have to take the world into their own hands
Scheming ways to make money
Infecting the veins of our community
with poison, with their lyrics, in their pockets,
their inability to maintain the desire to succeed
With the mainstream media encouraging their every negative thought
Thinking it’s ok to be degraded, to be subjected to the cruelty of the races
To be sexual objects of obsession
Using what they’ve got to get what they want
But I am sure that underneath this lies the promise
Promise of success
Promise of hope
Gone are the guns that are placed between their small hands
Before they learn to walk
The thoughts of fast money, fast cars, and fast living
The smoke will clear,
From their lungs, from their minds, from their hearts
Let’s intoxicate their minds with wisdom, not with spirits
Our Black babies hold the future
We only need provide the torch
FINALLY
Yes I think I finally feel it now
In the way he moves
Smiles, Caresses, Speaks and soothes.
My body smiles when I see him
Melts when I’m hear him
And moistens when I’m near him
Yeah I think I finally feel it
This man strokes my ego and rubs my pride
He loves me from the inside out
And never leaves my side
He makes me laugh
He makes me whole
He makes me tingle
He’s a part of my soul
He has my strength when I fall weak
He kisses the pain away
And knows the pleasure I seek
Now I’m not talking sex
Cause if I was, surely I would blush
I’m talking the house on the hill, three car garage
And love built on trust
I’m saying I wanna bear his seeds
And plant a future with him that only time exceeds
Wanna feed him the kind of love
That makes him oblivious to those hoes around him
Wanna caress his mind as well as his…..reality
Wanna be his everything
So yes
I think I finally feel it
What I’ve waited on for so long
I finally feel the nerve
To write a sweet ass love song
In the way he moves
Smiles, Caresses, Speaks and soothes.
My body smiles when I see him
Melts when I’m hear him
And moistens when I’m near him
Yeah I think I finally feel it
This man strokes my ego and rubs my pride
He loves me from the inside out
And never leaves my side
He makes me laugh
He makes me whole
He makes me tingle
He’s a part of my soul
He has my strength when I fall weak
He kisses the pain away
And knows the pleasure I seek
Now I’m not talking sex
Cause if I was, surely I would blush
I’m talking the house on the hill, three car garage
And love built on trust
I’m saying I wanna bear his seeds
And plant a future with him that only time exceeds
Wanna feed him the kind of love
That makes him oblivious to those hoes around him
Wanna caress his mind as well as his…..reality
Wanna be his everything
So yes
I think I finally feel it
What I’ve waited on for so long
I finally feel the nerve
To write a sweet ass love song
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