“can you stop using metaphors like a woMAN?”
we definitely got off the phone a WHILE ago, so why am i still thinking about him?
you know how yo mama used to say, if you stay mad at somebody, they win because they’re still on your mind..?
yea.
you win tonight, boy.
but tomorrow is mine.
so i hope you will just let this poem be one of the things we never talk about…
just something i’m feeling at the moment.
he overlooks me. despite how long it took me to see that this man is the epitome of mystery. and every time i see him my heart beats s i l e n t l y but rapidly because seeing him and knowing him, and watching him ignore me is the rush that sends me over the edge. you don’t understand, from the beginning i was drawn to this man seeing nothing more than this blazer, these dimples, and his outstretched hand i knew, that this was the man that i would love to make love to. to his MIND, of course. a rare intercourse that i am sure he knows just how to entertain, but he doesn’t even know my name and he overlooks me.
and all i really want him to do is find out just how deep i am. wanting him to explore the depths of my being, but didn’t really know how far i would have to go to show him that i exist. i gave him a kiss, but in my mind…had we had been in the confines of the walls where no one could intrude, just me and you, drinking brews and exchanging views as a prelude to a future unseen. all i really wanted when our lips touched was to be his sculpture and let his hands mold me, and shape me, and then take me wherever his mind goes. but every time, he leaves me behind. he overlooks me.
if only he knew these things i am willing to do and these places i am willing to take him. if only he could lay me down, and open me up. wide…wide…wider…and see inside. there is this small fire that he has ignited and every night when we speak, he strokes it. i wish he could understand that from the second i met him, i fought him in my dreams. i want his mind, i want his time, i want his company. but sometimes, when i see him, he passes right by me. i am overlooked.
learning how to bite my lip when he speaks and cross my fingers when he tells me that anything he wants, he gets. and i know i’m not the only girl with this dream, wet with endless possibilities…but if he’ll let me, i’ll show his girl what having a REAL intellectual interaction means with live models and physical demonstrations. i’ll let her see my eyes roll in the back of my head when i show her all the ways m e n t a l l y that he pleases me. and all i want to do is r u b his…conscience, s t i m u l a t e his mind, and s t r o k e his ego simultaneously.
but he overlooks me.
did all that come out right? lmao.
whew!
glad i got that out,
goodnight (:
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