the late night creep's articles
Take my hand into yours… don’t let go.
Hold me tightly into your arms… don’t let go.
Embrace me with your glance… the sensation of your breath upon me… the sound of your voice traveling through my ears and down my spine as you whisper into my ear…
Your aura overtakes me… an outer body experience… yet your touch is reality… as you connect with me, I feel secure, wrapped within your love…
the late night creep: Mr. Do Right
Who needs a pair of arms when you have ice cream to hold you…
Yeah, I admit, ice cream it’s my comfort, it’s my substitute… it provides me with a temporary moment of euphoria…no drama…no strings…
Yet, a gentleman reminded me that although enjoyable, it’s no substitute for the real thing… It can’t really hold you, can’t it? It’s too soft…and melts once things get heated…
I need a man whose back is really strong…
Don’t screw it.
Take me in your arms, look me in the eyes, and tell me how sexy my mind is…work to build that connection with me that allows us to become as one…sensuality is a mentality…allow our minds to intertwine with a heightened sense of passion…when you make love to my mind you got me…all of me. Tell me how good I am to you, tell me how much you love the way I move…make love to my mind…gently whisper sweet nothings in my ear, as we share each others space, chemistry is in place, as we create the formula…make love to mind…connect with my inner essence…
I close my eyes and inhale deeply…
Inhaling your presence…your touch…your scent…the sound of your voice speaking to me.
Finding comfort in your presence…your touch…your scent…the sound of your voice speaking to me…
Finding love…
Giving in to my impulses…I allow you to draw me near
You kiss my forehead and I exhale…
I open my eyes and look directly into yours…
For those that are not quite ready to “Give up the ghost”…
A hoodie and a pair of Timbs head my way
He takes his hands and pulls his dreadlocks out his face
He caught me eying him and looked at me, like I got this
Me being me, quickly had to smack my teeth, roll my eyes, and look at him sideways and crooked
Why you gots to be So Ghetto.
You don’t know me
But yeah I do.
by Life’s Profylactic
shhhhh…listen…close your eyes and let the music take you there…
by Life’s Profylactic
The innocence of the love we share
The sweet innocence of each sensual kiss
The innocent taste of me,
Residing upon your lips
The innocence of the hugs we share
As your body presses firmly against mine
In a dare to accentuate the emotions in you to the emotions in me
The innocence of us cuddling
Me stroking your soft skin
Wrappin you like blankets in front of a fireplace on a cold winters morning
In our own secluded cabin of our love’s intimate innocence
Heating your blood with love,
Tender
Love, like that sensual kiss
Let me grab you HARD,
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