You have access to my spirit.
Feel it. Breathe it. Touch it. Hear it.
Your hands on my spine.
Your magic on my mind.
I can't get enough.
I crave your firmly gentle touch.
It's spiritual. Lyrical. Spherical. A miracle.
We've weathered the storm.
Now lay into my bosom where I'm warm.
Like your touch, so magnetic. Electric. I'm pathetic.
I crave you so bad.
The energy. The power. The force we had.
Put your lips onto mine..
My jaw..my neck..let your tongue tingle my spine.
Do it again. And again. Let me be your sin. Your gin. Let me intoxicate you with my skin.
On yours. Touch me soft. Hard. Just do it again.
In more ways than one, you pleasure me.
Spiritually, sexually, creatively, mentally.
So let me be your complicated melody.
Because my life without you is hell on me.
You're so talented. Brilliant. Intelligent. A genius.
Erotic. Exotic. Your fire. It lingers.
Your waves I want to ride, glide on and be consumed.
You pull, then push, forever leaving me bemused.
But the passion we've had since we met.
It's ice on fire. It's intoxicatingly kismet.
Your hands have touched my body across multiple lifetimes.
It's in the cards, the stars, metaphysically, you're mine.
I don't need pills, weed, coke or wine.
You're my aphrodisiac. My dope. My way.
Light touches. My lover. I flutter. No other.
Be consumed with me. Groove with me. Make love to me euphorically.
And have access to my spirit.
Feel it. Breathe it. Touch it. Hear it.
There's this man, one of the most handsome men in the world! But he's married, and ohso in love with this girl.
He's the kind of man every girl would want: handsome, easy to talk to, affectionate, talented and sweet. Toward this girl, he's attentive, complimentary and lustful; but he doesn't flaunt it. He's sexy with it. Ohso discreet.
He sends her surprise messages of his raw need to touch her. Now. He tells her, "Damn, you're ohso fine. So good on the inside and out."
He tells her he wants to hug and squeeze her all day. To witness her happiness, makes him happy. He wants it no other way.
He flirts with her, teases her, with sexual innuendoes about being with her in bed. He draws her pictures of them, with him ready and waiting, to ease between her legs.
There's only one tragedy that makes this story so sad: if the husband said these things to his wife instead, she'd be OhSo glad.
Okay, like after this, I'm over R. Child Molester Kelly. But, from a journalistic perspective, I am compelled to let you hear my voice.
Martin Luther King Jr.'s bEARTHday is coming up. When I think about Martin Luther King Jr. and all that he sacrificed, not only for his children, but for all children, I cannot help but wonder whether all black men have a responsibility to protect, provide for and unconditionally love all black women.
Then, I think about Robert Sylvester Child Molester Kelly and how he did the exact opposite of Dr. King when it comes to protecting little girls (teenage girls are still little girls).
I am biased. Protecting the innocence of little girls comes first. Period. So, let me start this post with, “I always thought Kels was trash." Me too Questlove. I never have been crazy about the over-the-top bravado in his throat when he sings. I must admit, however, I loved the 2010 "Love Letters" album that I've heard he originally wrote for Michael Jackson. It was not written R. Kelly molester-style because it wasn't for him. And, as I grew a little freakier in my life, I did grow to love the song, "Leg's Shaking." However, I've now deleted it from my playlist because after the revelation that his art imitates his life, it made me sick to my stomach to consider that these girls' legs were shaking, not from pleasure, but from raw, unadulterated pain that he was inflicting during their violations.
In a full disclosure on Twitter, Chance the Rapper cleared up a statement he made on "Surviving R. Kelly" that was taken out of context and had his fans in a tizzy.
“We’re programmed to really be hypersensitive to black male oppression," he says. But black woman [sic] are exponentially [a] higher oppressed and violated group of people just in comparison to the whole world. Maybe I didn’t care because I didn’t value the accusers’ stories because they were black women."
As pearl-grasping as this sounds, it does explain why so many black people can still support R. Kelly, the child felony. As a culture, we have been conditioned to protect white women or light-skin black women more readily than women of darker hues!
On the contrary, according to songwriter, record producer, actor and dancer, Neo, “Music is important. It really is. But it’s not more important than protecting our children, protecting our little girls. PERIOD." Damn right. R. Kelly's art imitates his life! (Go be cool with that.)
Could this mean that Ne-yo is more cognizant of protecting black girls because he has a beautiful chocolate morsel?
Hmm..something to think about instead of blaming the girls for wanting the same fame and celebrity as the guy who violated them.
“We’ve all been inspired by this man. We’ve all been witnesses to his musical genius. We have shaped and molded talent we sign after his musical image. We’ve invested so much of ourselves into this man that it’s hard for us to let go. I no longer have that issue.”
Thank you Tank. No one should. And for those who are bird box blinded by Kelly's light and dollar signs, "There has to be a line drawn. Enough has to be enough at some point," Tank says.
Finally, for everyone slobbering about "where were the parents?" While they do have major responsibility in all this too, unless you were and had the Knowles clout to be a presence in that snake pit studio, Kelly's "compound" was iron-clad with goons. Broke ass, generic parents were NOT going to have access to the area, let alone their girls. Period.
Finally, Aaliyah's mama needs to stfu! Destiny's children were in the same sex-slaved studio, recording their music too. But Daddy Knowles said even when Destiny's children had to use the restroom, they walked them there. So if Aaliyah's mama wasn't there doing that, or at the ceremony when her daughter was getting married and someone was forging her a fake age, she needs to stop with the "I was always around" bullshit. Gul, you were getting paid like everybody else.
It's sad that little girls get taken advantage of by older men all the time. But I remember a time when all the grown men I knew protected little girls and teen girls from all the predators of the world, even when they were not their daughters. I wish we could get back to that. Girls are pretty awesome, but not for the pleasure of someone who they should be able to look up to.
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