From the Diary of Any Woman...

December 18, 2005

Damn, Boy!


Yeah, you’ve got me in a daze right now and you know exactly why. How do you put a spell on me with every stroke of your manhood? See that right there keeps my self-assured, don’t need anybody to fight my battles for me, make my own money and spend it as I please, don’t you ever try that with me again, beautiful, smart, and sexy self in a ball of utter submission to you each…and…EVERY time I hear you say,
“Baby?....gimmie some...” Lord have mercy…(shaking my head)…that shyt right there makes me weak every time!

I can’t figure it out. I mean granted, I was never the promiscuous type, but I did have a couple of sexual partners before you and I met. But, Baby no one and I mean not one of those men could make my knees buckle at the mere memory of their delivery like you. Sweetheart? You can tell me the truth…is that magic you have between your legs? Or is it a handle from one of Heaven’s gates, because I swear I can see paradise in each ray of afterglow I experience while you’re sleeping.

Yeah, I have to admit it…you’ve got me sprung like no other. What can I do for you? Are you hungry, Baby? Here, let me get that for you. Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll take care of it, because I know later on tonight, you’re gonna take care of me too, right? Mmmhmmm, I knew it. And Baby Boy, (LORD, have mercy!) I can’t wait!

Signed,
Dyckmatized…and Glowin’