Best Sex Ever

So, a friend and I ended up at lunch last week with a pretty cool (and well known) person and his friends. It was just a beautiful day around cool people. At some point during it all, the topic of sex came up. No in an x-rated, “let’s leave here” way but more so in an inquisitive sense. Everyone there had a few years on us so I guess it was kind of informative on our parts (at least speaking for myself it was). He asked at what age, where at, things along those lines. Also, if there was ever a case where you HAD to be drunk in order to have sex with a person. Personally, I don’t want to HAVE to get drunk. That basically means you don’t want to (or you’re a prostitute). Don’t get me wrong, drunk sex is pretty fun but not sloppy drunk sex. Just enough to push you along, if need be. Then came the “do you remember the best sex you’ve ever had?” question. For the first time, in a long time, I was stuck. I thought about it and after a few seconds he yelled out, “NOPE! You took too long”. I laughed but then I really sat there thinking, “what was the best sex I've ever had?”. Was it a drunken night? Was it a tie? Seriously. When? Where? Who? I’ve had some pretty damn good days/nights but I couldn’t come up with the ONE that I’ll never, ever forget because it was that damn good. So now, almost a week later, I’m still thinking. LOL DAMMIT!

This cant be life.

New beginnings...

When I stopped looking for it, it found me.
When I closed my eyes to embrace the darkness, the light came through.
When I stopped thinking about them, I fell for you.
So many wells have run dry. All of these years flew by.
Standing still on an 8 lane highway.
Traffic going & coming.
Yet I'm still. Not running.
Before it all became, it was.
Was useless.
Was stressful.
Was pointless.
Was regretful.
Now? I love it.
I earned it.
I deserve it.
We deserve this.
Those around me stepped back. Faded to black.
But I guess it's now mutual.
These barren crops became so fruitful.
Love.
I'm almost certain that what it is.
I'm pretty sure that's what it will be.
Growing. Progressing. Let us love & accept this blessing.
Be driven. Be motivated.
Be in love. Be together.
Forget the opposition. The questions.
The doubters.
Understand the purpose. Prove it's worth it.

Tainted

Love once so innocent. So pure. So genuine.

Now so tainted. So evil. So detrimental.

Much of a burden.

All love isn't “good love”. I don’t need THAT love.

Let me live. Let me breathe. Let me prosper & be happy.

Please.

Love like life depends on it.

It does. Just not ours.

Something we’ve longed for & never wanted to forget.

Something so powerful. Moving mountains was a breeze.

Sudden change.

Air turned still. Nights got cold. Skies turned gray.

Prepare for this storm.

Feels the wrath.

No love like that of a Wo(man) scorned.

You don’t always get what you put in or what you want.

But you WILL get something, nonetheless.

Lessons may be the greatest.

When we walk away from each other, don’t make this hard.

Don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.

Just as those before & after me, let me live.

Move on & keep moving.

Become idle at your own risk.

Lets not blame. Lets not point. Lets love..

Lets love someone other than each other.

Let me love me first.

Priority.

Tainted as can be, I’ll still love after you as I did before.

Just one step closer to the one who was made for me.

Have I already met my match or is that who is coming up behind you?

Don’t block my view.

Let me live.

So tainted yet the next one wont pay for your mistakes.

Love.

Perfect Strangers

We went from complete strangers to feeling complete with the strangeness. A force to be reckoned with, these feelings may turn too dangerous.

So fast. So sudden. Before we knew it we were fu.. Nah never mind. Lets just scratch that line.

Those 1st hours turned to a day. Days turned to weeks. Now it's months later and everything still seems sweet.

This "honeymoon" phase is just begging to end. Asking to put the guard up. Asking to remain as "friends".

But with all due respect, how can u expect to be a friend to the only one u really want to let.... Let in. Let love. Let listen. Let christen, these brand new linens, and indulge in all of this "healthy sinning"??

How can I look at you the same after these nights we shared? How can we both move on like neither of us cared?

I'm not pushing nor pulling, I'm just being realistic. You keep throwing these signs & There's no way I can miss it.

Somehow, someway we found “love” in a place so hopeless. With no cares in the world, yet not losing any focus.

Who says its wrong? Or that this “love” is high risk and filled with danger? Nobody knows better than us. Why cant we remain two perfect strangers?

Price Of Friendship

 

 

The price of friendship. You earn it and lend it. Trying to get it back may break it or mend it. So before selling yourself short, please watch how you spend it.

The price may be high as gold or as low as gum, only good when its good and only fun when its fun. In the meantime, in between time, the communication is off. What’s the reconnection fee? How much will it cost?

The foundation was strong, it took years to build. Yet the damage is done, the milk has spilled. To clean it up or cry? That is the question. This is definitely one of life’s major lessons.

No need for a receipt, no exchange or return. We’ll just work it out, no need to let it burn. Supply & demand, lets level the turf. No amount of money will determine our worth.

Where’s the mediator? We need a neutral being. We only hear what we hear. Only see what we’re seeing. No choosing side. No placing blame. Just a common ground is the reason we came.

We have to get right before its all too late. Only time will reveal this friendship’s fate. So if you listen to me then I’ll listen to you. The moral if the story is, “I love you, Boo!”

End Note: Nobody is perfect so there’s no way a relationship or friendship can be. Sometimes too much time together and not enough time apart will put the ultimate strain on it but together, everybody can get it right. Personalities clash but hey, get with it or get lost. Some “situations” deserve to be let go but make sure you have a damn good reason. Loyalty over royalty… just don’t interfere with my livelihood.

Something Like A Dear John Letter

Its been a while but… Im back, Sorta.

I’m sure this isn't how it was suppose to be.
We're in this room, face to face with passion filled eyes, pleasure running through our veins.
What are the consequences? 
Lets just cross that bridge when we get there.
Right now, I'm just reaping the rewards.
Do we continue "this" or go back to "normal"?
What does normal even mean anymore? 
The 1st time it felt so right. Like nothing can come between us. Nothing came between us but we came. .
At that moment be became closer than ever.
But was it worth it?
Is more than “this friendship” really our purpose?
Let's get in this bed we made together.
Get close. Now it's me & you.
There’s no title but we understand.
I think the feeling is mutual.
Correct me if I'm incorrect.
The next time.... It felt real.
One time isn't fine with me.
We had time.
Time to explore. Time to talk. Time to feel. Time to play.
No wrong can be done. All is well in the world.
Before I knew it... You were gone.
Missing without a trace.
Was it something I said??
Look me in my face.
Same sad love song.
Separate ways sometimes make for better days.
Let's agree to disagree & make "this" thing history.

Too Little, Too Late

They always say that you shouldn’t put off for tomorrow what can & should be done today. I think that’s how the quote goes. When I got up this morning, It felt like any other day. I wished my cousin a happy birthday and left the house. I looked at Twitter and noticed that a girl I follow & know through mutual friends had mentioned that she lost her mother a year ago today. I wanted to say something to her but all I could come up with was a generic tweet…

8:32am: “With all the losses I’ve experienced… I still don’t know the right words to say to others when they lose someone. :/”

I went to work and began my shift. While away from my desk, I noticed I had a missed call and text from my cousin. As I was replying, another cousin called so I picked up & immediately I knew something was wrong. The first thing she asked was if I had spoken to my mother. My heart dropped to the floor. When I told her no… She told me that my mom had found my grandfather this morning when she woke up. He was unresponsive. See the thing is, she had just gotten up to NY from Charlotte to help take care of him. We had found out he had liver cancer literally 2 weeks ago. She and my aunt had been there around the clock since then.

It freaked me out a bit when I thought into it a little deeper. It almost seemed as if he waited until he got his two baby girls together to go in peace. I can’t imagine how my mother feels being the one to be there with him. However, I am happy that they were able to see each other before he was taken home. I won’t question God’s ways but I wish I would have done things differently. She told me to call him the day she found out but I kept putting it off. I wanted to know more about his progress and not ask too many questions. I should have. If I knew yesterday what was going to happen today, I would have done more. I’m sure he knows my heart and he knows I think about him everyday and wish I would have called. Shit just sucks.

As kids, my cousin and I were his little princesses. We always got SO excited when Grandpa Tootsie came around. Not only was he cool, he always had envelopes full of money for us. So many memories that I wish could have been more. We always spoke through emails and recently through Facebook but I never got the chance to go back to his apartment and talk. Now, that option is no longer there.

Too Little, Too Late…

If you have a relative you rarely speak to, send a text, email, call, something. You never know when your last time speaking to them will be.

Rest In Peace Newton Lightfoot or to us, Grandpa Toostie