Maybe I've been searching for love,
When loneliness is all I can have.

Maybe I was trying to make a smile,
When tears are falling in my eyes.

Maybe I've made you my fantasy,
When "us" can't be a reality.

Or maybe I was hoping for more,
When all I deserve was less.

-MCJ

She pushes and thrills me and every time she does kills me but the man inside wills me to go on.
She calls me John boy, to infuriate me,then initiates me into her womanly mystery,kisses expertly to end this man's misery and who would I be without her beside and behind me?
She pulls me up closely,holds onto me tightly,makes me feel mighty and gently we sink into what each other thinks and we do this thing nightly.

Gleaming bodies knotted in rest,
in an eternal sadistic, ****** lust,
seeking pleasure from love dance,
in quest of surprise and a romance.

The red lips meet in yielding kiss,
tongue begin passion, never to miss
Forgotten now, all exterior sphere.
None are excluded in this line here

Love stroke on two bodies to ponder
She arches up for his caress nurture
He finds the smooth doorway wide
in an embrace of womanly wet ride

________

    BY
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

You say you want a woman
Yet you seem to want less,
A female who seeks attention
Through her flawless appearance.
A picture you like
Based on her womanly assets
Baby this image is imperfect
You can't see your flawed mindset.
You want a woman who loves herself
Yet has no self respect
I don't understand your logic
It sounds like you want an object.

So what does it really mean to be like everyone else?
Do I get to check the boxes that they do?
I am happy all the time, check!
I can be alone without panicking, check!
I am completely normal; check, check!
Being normal is being in love
Being in love only counts when they love you back
That’s what they say
If it’s not returned then it’s not real
It never happened and what you feel is wrong
It’s pretend
Make believe
Like when you danced around the house in a crown and said you were a princess
But you were never a princess
Your crown was plastic
And when your brother stepped on it
It broke
And you cried
Because what you want can’t ever be real
But still you danced
Didn’t you?
Twirling under the big onward stretched sky
Giggling and knowing
That one-day when you were big enough
Your prince would come
But he never did, did he?
He got his dates confused and didn’t show up to your ball
So you stood there alone on the stairs
Stunned
With your naked foot in the air
Waiting for your glass slipper
**** your glass slipper
And **** prince charming
Hike up your dress and press your lips to the bottle
Turn your head to the sky
The one you used to smile at
And drink
Because this is what you’ve got
Honesty and intoxication
And when you’re honest you become real
You’re worth something again
If it’s not coming then don’t wait for it
Turn your back and run like hell
Leave your broken crown to whither in the dust

they tell us not to be defined
by our bodies
yet my innocence is tied
to my *****'s status
my appeal tied
to the circumference of my thighs
though beauty may come
in all shapes and sizes
it is only recognized
as the number on the tag
of that little black dress
you match with heels
that cut into your ankles
and lead to stares
that cut into your confidence
"compliments" rain down
and you're not given an umbrella
or at least a ******* raincoat
so you end up drowning, sopping
wet with your sexuality
your ability play down your education
and play up your physical attributes
so my worth is tied
to how much i can disappear
my careful use of measuring cups
reading labels like books
but let me tell you,
there is nothing sensous about
shoving a spoon down your throat
and salads may be ****
but i can't have *** with you
when my blood sugar is this low
while you admire
my "womanly" curves
i am haunted by what it took
to get my stomach to lay flat
so **** the desire for delicate wrists
these expectations are too heavy to carry
in these ******* coach purses