Poetry /Story

I want to share something with all my beautiful people because I cannot keep this feeling in any longer.

I am in lust with someone and I just do not know what to do about it.
I have met this guy back in August of 2009 and it is a need of physical contact.
At this time I do not want a relationship and do not think a sex relationship can turn into anything more then just a fun and sex ship.

I could be wrong about that and if I am please feel free to let me know.

I know I want to just taste his lips and see how his skin feels next to mines. I want to have a little more then sex with him, I want to hang out and enjoy each other's company, I want to have things in common to laugh about. I want to be his friend, a friend that respects each other and be able to compliment each other's need in sex. I want a friend with benefits with this man, I guess that would the correct term for it.



When my eyes meet yours

I knew right then and there that I wanted to lust you

May even sound cliché or a statement from a novel

This is a true story and it happens with a couple of men and if lucky

then several men through out life

I know my body aches for you, to touch you

Only to be a hand on my mid back, only to glide up to the nape of my neck

Ok, ok I did just say a touch but S**T

I want to feel your skin next to mines

Your lips that remind me of where I want to be

Go for it mamas girl, as my friends say

Girl, you are depriving yourself

Easier said then done

I'm not as bold as I can be

Maybe depriving myself of my sex drive

Then again I remind myself that he is taken

But I lust and ache for him

I get silly, even warm and freaking fuzzy inside

Makes me think of this poem

Missed Lust


I recognize you, where have you been?
I ask while I strap my legs around your waist
You grab the back of my head
While I bite your lip


My back against the wall
My nipples stand to your attention


Your hands begin to rub my moistness
I gasp as you kiss my breasts
My body moving to mask your rhythm
Our bodies have taken over


Pleasant Joys we are reaching
You begin tracing my nipples
While I suck your neck
We then eye to eye
Until you seen the whites of mines


As we both dropped to the floor
Poem written by: Mamasgirlalexis (me)

Ok, back to my poetry/story

Not elementary at all

This S**T here is real and I suppress this lust

Ok, maybe I go in for a one night stand

NO, no that is not me

I am no one night stand type of lady

I am not an easy catch, just a woman that has needs and don't meet many men that

make me feel this way.

I am a lady that CARRIES herself of such

Ok, ok I will make it happen
Go to him, pull him to the side but do I say I just want to F**K him

No, no that isn't me

OK, ok I want to sex you

No, no sounds corny

Ok, ok ask to lust him

No, no that is whack

Ok, ok just be me, a lady that is sexy, silly and playful

Ask for the number?

No, no again because he has a lady

That reminded me to just suppress, suppress and suppress my sexual desire for him

Novel - "F*** Wit My Mind"

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Dad for the moment

I was born a newborn only to be without a dad
I had a father which is not in dear
A dad that wasn't there for me when I cry at night
Only to hear my mommy's voice that would relax me
My father only to be a dad for a moment

Was that possible?

Heard of the stories on how he would take me out of my play pen
Because I would wait up for my dad for the moment to come in
I would sleep along side my parents only for him to leave again

I heard that we would take walks to the store of holding my dad for the moment hand
I know of the special nick name for me(Kico)
Which I hold very dear for a lifetime

I heard of stories that he would fix my favorite finger food for me
which consist of bologna and crackers and the raw hot dogs

I heard and heard of stories that I wish I could remember
Only to be so young and my dad to be was only for a moment

Hoping of one day recapturing those moments that was suppose to be
Not old enough to remember the stories

I wanted to have my dad for the moment only to be the last conversation we would have

He is no longer here for me to ask the questions that needed to be answered
I have let go of the non forgiven and just now realizing that I did have a dad for at least a moment

I love you dad even if it was for just a moment..........