Come with me....I promise you that I'm different than the others.  I'm not concerned about getting you under the covers. Although...I am trying to get to the level of meeting your mother.

At dinner....without a doubt i'm pulling out your chair.....whispering sweet nothings in your ear and playing in your hair.

Time seems to stop when i'm with you...so I purchased the clock and placed it upon your arm.  Now times revolves around you.

You make my sun rise.....and my inner star shine. I have a question ....I would like to ask you though....

Would you be mine? I'm on bended knee ....waiting to set you free.  Free from being single and sleepless nights....loneliness and meaningless *** ,and waiting for that late night text....allow me the privilege of treating you right.

As I sit here and look into your eyes.....there is no doubt in my mind that I am the right guy.  

Laid back, cool....drama free... diamonds are a girl's best friend.....so I made the ring a key.  My question is.....

Will you marry me?

We took an impromptu trip to where you can have fun when it's real late. You don't have to leave the building ....but you can still get a date.

The lights are dim and there's a few flatscreens on the wall.  The barmaids are looking good and serving up the drinks. The music is pounding shaking the floor.....dollars are being thrown and the girls are looking for more.

The bottles are popping in VIP.....I'm just enjoying the eye candy that I see.
She approaches me from the rear and rubs her hand across my chest.  She says "You feel kind of tight....you must be stressed."

A slow song plays in the background .....and she begins to dance like a king cobra.  The only difference is that I wasn't afraid to hold her.  I pull her close and rub her like Aladdin's lamp.  My intentions are to make her damp.

We are transposed to a place where we are all alone....I whisper in her ear some sultry adjectives and verbs.....and her response are faint whispers...muffled words.  Syllables spoken,but nothing heard.

She grabs my hands and leads me around her temple. She takes my hand and makes me massage her *******.....and runs my hand down her legs.  Her attempt to make me beg for more.....and to get me on the other side of the door where I could pay to play.

She whispers in my ear that she is getting moist down below.  The question is if i want to continue the show.  The dance continues and she stops grinding on my *******.  Her eyes lock on me and she places the most seductive kiss upon my lips....

You are not like the other men who view me as a passing ship.  They want to slip their hands and money in my thong like they are paying a fare.

When they get off ....I'm just sitting there....waiting for the next one to come along.  I'm glad that you treat me with decency and respect.

She placed a kiss upon my neck........and said thank you and took her place on deck......the d.j. introduced her

Coming to the stage ......our featured dancer of the evening "Destiny".
She began to work the pole after she wiped it down.  I finished my drink and gave her one last look.....and made my way back uptown.

I thought about destiny on my way back home.......and smiled when she sent this text to my phone......"Since you left I feel all alone....I can't wait to lay next to you when I get home." "I Love you."

I'm your private dancer...I dance for your money. I'll do whatever you want me to do.

The lights are out ......and the clouds sail past the window.
I can't wait until naptime is done....I want to play with my friends and have some fun.

I see the other kids and they fall off one by one....like a set of dominoes set up by a magician.  I'm laying on my back staring at the ceiling .....the teacher comes to my cot and asks me how I am feeling.

I said "I'm not sleepy", and he says "you should try".  Close your eyes and you will fall asleep....if that doesn't work ....try counting sheep.

I still couldn't sleep and was just laying there....the other children were all sleep now....and he returned to me.

He kneeled next to my cot and said "maybe this will help you sleep".  
The teacher unzipped my pants and pulled out my little meat.

The feeling that I received felt really good and I did go to sleep.

This happened two more times during the week......I never told anyone ....because I didn't know.
All I knew is that it made me feel good and I was able to sleep....he wasn't a teacher. This man was a creep.

He preyed on a child who didn't have a clue.  

I was abused at home...so I never said anything about what happened at school.  This was the place where I was allowed to have fun.....and wasn't confined to a room with a lock.  Instead of watching television I was learning how to block.....but I was always accused of flopping.

I've seen stars many times...and I've never been to outer space.  Those views came from several slaps across the face.  The memories don't produce any smiles....they just gave me a blueprint on how not to raise a child.

I didn't have any toys....or a bed.  I was a prisoner in a room that was blue......it's crazy that I like that hue.  My room was ***** trapped with pieces of thread....to see if I had been out....and I was smart .....so he put on a latch....he became mad because I learned how to take it off and put it back.

  He eventually installed a lock with a key.  If you have to use the bathroom ....you have to ask me.  Wow...you are my father not a sheriff or a deputy.

My father was on drugs and beat me like a stranger.  I felt school was the lesser of the dangers.  I'm a product of abuse and I sit here and write.

I'm realizing that Jesus helped me win the fight.  How you may ask did he help me win? I'm learning about this word called Sin.  When the teacher abused me .....he planted the seed of lust.

The enemy attacks when you are young.  His job is to steal, **** and destroy.  I was supposed to be dead....not helping other abused boys.

I now work with childeren who suffered from similar situations....and I say to them......allow school to be a vacation.....away from the abuse and cursing.  I'm rebuilding their self esteem and allowing them to dream about a different life.

I tell them that my life was also filled with strife.  The children with father's who seldom bother.....are the one's that break my heart.  My dad wasn't around....but God provided me with another start.  

I survived the tests and now I have a testimony.....To help those who are abused and lonely.  I've been on that street and I have ran away on several occasions.....

I almost died...but that's another story.  I'm just getting some answers about who I am......and why I make the decisions I do.  I just shared a real deep piece of my life story with you.

The reason.....God told me to.


Help prevent child abuse.....save a few lives

A desire for something that I had been thinking about for quite sometime.
Only to be put on the backburner.....due to not having time.

The thought bombarded me day by day......whispering for me to decrease the delay.
I had some errands to run and picked up a few things for dinner.

I stop at the aisle and hear you whisper my name.  I come over cautiously at first. This is not where I'm supposed to be.

Although...your sweetness and ingredients continued calling me.  I picked you up and we walked to the line together.....the thought of us hooking up later made my mood a whole lot better.

Upon arriving at my home....I removed you from your place of rest.....there are others present....but you will get the honor first.

An oatmeal raisin cookie and milk has satisfied my desire and quenched my thirst.
My inner cookie monster satisfied his need......"Me want cookie!"

So...that's how the story ends. A trip to the market to satisfy an unseen friend.

Can i talk to you? I have few things i'd like to say.   The words that you hear have not been rehearsed or prepared for me.  The emotion and thoughts are all courtesy of me.

I've had a crush on you for quite some time.....although I knew your heart would never be mine.  You were my Wonder Woman and i wanted to see you fly......not the way you slid across the floor when he punched you in the eye.

I became so upset ....I asked you what you were going to do.  You said " He was just playing....You know how you guys do." A look of confusion covered my face like a halloween mask......my question was this" what do you mean?"

You stated that you loved him with every fiber of your being.  Did the neighbors tell you about the new woman he's been seeing?  Now....you're fumbling around in your purse .....stating that you are looking for a mint.
The evidence collected means you don't need a hint.

Listen....I've envisioned giving you a full body massage as you arrive home from work.  The candles would be lit....soft music and wine.  The meal would be served at ten fifty nine.  I'll need that extra minute to carry you down the steps.......

I pull out your chair and admire your beauty as you sit down.  My mind is steady asking one question......how did you end marrying this clown?

He's four foot eleven and needs books when he drives......when you first talked to him online he said he was six foot nine.  A relationship built upon lies......now tears run down those beautiful eyes.

I saw the wedding picture.....and it looks like you are happy, but not actually.  The photo would be so much happier if it was just you and me.  I wish I could tell you how I really feel.  I'll just keep it my journal .....because daydreams and fantasies no one can steal.

I haven't stopped hoping........that you'll understand the way that i feel.

I can't believe you settled and you never had a clue.  I have loved you for quite sometime and even purchased a shiny thing.......in hopes that things wouldn't go through......

P.S.......I Love You.   Although you will never get to see this........Congratulations on your marriage

As the colors blend on this paper I begin to see that this work is an original just like me.

A duplicate you'll never find.  This design is from my mind.  

The colors are different and they add their own flavor.  Red's not hating because black has become his neighbor.

Yellow is aged and her clothes are falling apart.  I grab some clear tape to help her out and then I can finish my piece of art.


Purple is having a hard time as of late.  The job she has she doesn't like because the pay's not so great.

Brown is so good to her boss and has begged for a raise.  He sent
her a stained memo that said " I'm working on your situation. It should be rectified one of these days."  Mr. Brown

I keep my eye on green because he's always watching me and my homies.  I heard him mumble something about the other colors I hang with.  He said they were phonies.

White talked to Orange the other day and she didn't have a clue.....that Orange had been fired from her job and now Orange is feeling blue.

They all used to live in a box.....until I dumped them on the table.  The crayons rolled and scattered relieved to see the light of day.  They were glad to be free of a box that didn't have cable.

No matter what our differences are and the problems we go through.....when we work together .....we make gray skies blue.

We can make grown ups small and children grow.  Your imagination is allowed free reign.  Now in which direction will you go?

Marriage: A close intimate union.

The days of dreaming are over because that day is here.
We are about to become witnesses to the words that we hear.

The two will become one, Fire and Desire.....Rick James and Teena Marie.
My desire is for you to finally become Mrs. B.

A picture of beauty in your wedding gown.

The groom is looking like he just stepped off the cover of G.Q.
Somebody go get the Four Weddings crew.

Royalty has just touched down.

This is how it is supposed to be...
The tears break formation and begin to run as I watch you come to meet me....on the moon.

We enter this kingdom together, but it's more than just two.
The covenant becomes final when we both say "I do."

Words have the power to make two become one.
You'll realize this when you sit and watch the sun kiss the horizon.

After the ceremony and honeymoon is when the marriage really starts.

The manual has changed....so now there is a new set of directions.
Please grab the updated version and become familiar with the selections.

Words can become weapons, so before they depart.....
Remember God didn't create people with bulletproof hearts.

Let these words become a source of inspiration and allow the power they provide to be a source of motivation.