Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you

I catch that thrust, give it right back to you

You’re in so deep, I breathing for you

You grab my braids, arch my back high for you

Your diesel engine, I’m squirting mad oil

down on the floor ’til my speaker starts to boil

I flip shit, quick slip, hip dip and I’m twisted

In your hands and your lips and your tongue tricks

And you’re so think, and you’re so think, and you’re so…

That right there is a portion of Jill Scott’s sumptuously titalating song “Crown Royal”. Can I just say she’s a woman after my own heart. I mean damn, can I at least borrow him for a few days? 

I must confess this self imposed celibacy thing is starting to wear me DOWN. Ten months, two weeks, four days, and fourteen hours [gulp]. After my last tragedy a.ka “relationship”, I decided to keep “Ms.L” [can't tell you her whole name ]under a STRICT state penitentury type lockdown. Its been going ok thus far but hotdiggityhorsedoo, I’m reaching the breaking point. I’d like to think I could go the full twelve [at least] but things are starting to look a bit bleak… I’m a good girl, really I am. I don’t do the jump off thing or the one night thing - not my style.  Damn this sex = emotions bullshit, curse thyne heart. Thing is, I’m sortakindabutnotreally caught in a supposeIdidwantsum ”triangle” and am a bit ambivilant on the next steps I need/should to take (if any). There’s no love shit going on, there’s just the feverish LIKEability chatracteristics that are screwing (no pun intended) with me. 

You see, when I was alone I wanted “options”, now I have the options and I’m getting freaking squimish like a damn chump. WTH? If you were me would you just throw caution to the wind and say F**k it and have them both? Continue to keep Ms.L to her damn self and lullaby her ass back to sleep? Did I mention having them both? Noooo. That would be such a whoreish move…right? Ahhhhhhh!!!  Why couldn’t I just keep these fools at bay and mind my own damn business? SHIT!

TBC…

T.