I wish I could have sex

I wish I could have sex...
Is it bad?
I always think about it
All the time...
Wanted to get laid
But I didn't have the chance
To experience
The d
The nakedness
Of two bodies holdin each other
Like they can't let go....

I want a lover
In my bed,
A man strong handsome man
Under the covers
Where he can rock me
Fast and my body turns to
Quiver....

That's my wildest daydream....

I got erotic intentions
To sigh and wonder to
Feel an excitement out of
Nothing out of the ordinary
And if I do have sex,

I'd write a poem
A piece
In my diary
Knowin
Different feelings
Like

More than butterflies....

I wish I could have sex
With the right man
With the right man on my pillow side
And he would wrap his arms around my waist
And speedily spoon me like quick rhythms...

Can you tell I like roller coasters?
Can you tell I love fast, and speed?
It looks like so much fun
Would he stroke me like a rollercoaster?
Or nice and slow?

I can scream his name
My moans would be louder
But I don't want my neighbors to complain
If our bed bang the walls...

At least I'm honest
At least I'm not the only one
Who has a dirty mind
And wish I could have sex

I miss the sexual things....
I miss someone eatin my pussy
I miss spankin my ass
Is it wrong to have those wishes again?

I mean it's natural
To be horny
And to think about love/romance
All the time with a person who wants to dance
With you in the quiet...who takes you out
Somewhere to a musical or museum
A person who wants to spend time with you
At the same time he or she wants to fuck you real fast
Makin you scream.....

Ya I like that person...
That person who wants to marry and make love
Over and over
Is it possible?

It's why I always wish I could have sex
Well people be like you ain't missin anythin...
And sex isn't that important....

What if i said sex is an important part of the relationship?
The intimacy, the tender moment to share
Where do you like to be touched?
Where do you like to be kissed?.
Am I hurtin you?
I'll stop if it hurts....

What about condoms?
When I fantasize
They're not in the picture
Sorry
I mean
We should be smart
In the real world to protect ourselves
But in our wildest dreams
Maybe in mine
I feel his dick goin in and out
Multiple times
And I orgasm
And I spasm

Just a thought of it
Makes me smile....
Not many women think
Like that
For me

I can say
I wish I could have sex
💚💯 ©️ Kai C. 1-14-23

Peace to the village and honor to the ancestors. ABIBIFAHODIE!!! Live in PEACE!!!

Poetry to me
Is a daily routine
Like mornin coffee…

I have gathered my words
They’re kind of like songbirds
In my head and they wanna fly
And landed on paper under
A sunlight or clouds or darkness….

Poetry is beautiful
Poetry has its beautiful way to express…
Let the poet and poetess shines their true colors….

The glory of it all…

For writers like myself
Like you
We can say we got songbirds in our heads
Our brains are treetops where they sings their poems out
And let them fly or skydive down our notebooks….

We painted metaphors with our pens….

I love poetry…..
I love those songbirds in my head
And even in my heart….
They sing and loft out of my tappin thumbs….

Poetry is my daily routine…
It’s my ritual….
A creative reminder
A perfect response..

And it’s like those songbirds in my head
On a treetop or maybe on a wire line
Singin poems from outer space….
How they flew down in my journal
Only for the world to see

Only to make the audience feel warm
Inside….

Hey it’s a gift…
💚🤎💯©️ Kai C. 1-14-23

Great rising love you 🥰🤎

Untitled love pt2

All the Petals
I plucked
All the choices
I made
He loves me
He loves me not
I’m still confused….

Does he really love me?

An empty flower
Now an empty soul

I’m sorry
That I plucked you flower
I just need to know
That this love is mine,
All mine…

I know I can’t depend
On a plant to decide
He loves me or not….

I have to know
Myself…
Not the flower…
It’s just silly idea
Who thought of
Pluckin petals to decide

If your lover is yours
Or not….
Not knowin we’re pluckin
Its beauty away….
That’s disrespectful….

If our lovers love us, they love us
If not, well we can’t make them….
I know it’s a harsh reality
We can’t make them love us the way
We want them to….

And we need to stop
Pluckin that flower….🤎💯©️ Kai C. 1-14-23

Time is not money. Time is far more valuable than money. You can always make more money when you run out of money. You can’t get more time when you run out of time. If you want to succeed, value your time.

Damn i missed errbody tonight huh well i guess I'll catch yall tomorrow night at the speakeasy

“The receipt is in the bag”

Me: “You too”

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