Take Off Your Cool (to Him inspired by Outkast: Speakerbox/The Love Below)

Take Off Your Cool – Andre 3000 (OutKast) f. Norah Jones

Baby, take off your cool

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Baby, don’t be so cool,

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Dedicated to Him...

See me, Hear me, Feel me…

This is me transparently displaying more than just action with you in regard.  I wanna know all of you.  Know you in the most intimate of your thoughts, pleasures and desires.   I wanna know you all the way through.  Your concepts, ideas, points of view alongside your ambitions and fears.  With that all in my mind, I deliver me unto you.  Open and fully aware, inhibited, freely showing you all of me in return or even prior to. 

Baby, take off your cool

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Baby, don’t be so cool,

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

See me grow, mature and even make some mistakes that may make you somewhat not pleased.  May be hard to watch but knowing I will get through it.  See me excel in my dreams as they come true one by one.  See my expectation to rejoice together.  See me want to be with you and please you.  See me show you without feeling as there is a need to prove.  See us be great, growing together but still keeping each piece in tact.

Baby, take off your cool

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Baby, don’t be so cool,

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Hear me when I say what I feel and desire whether pain, love or randomness.  Hear my honesty, being me in its entirety (good, fab, not so amusing, desirably sexy, and mildly mannish however it be).  Hear my desire for you and us.  Hear my point of view that may not always agree with yours, though respectable that there is a line at disagree.  Hear my heart speak directly to yours in more than just passion, exhilarating spiritual compassion for what’s within.  Hear the expression of soul to soul with no words audibly spoken though full conversations were heard.  Hear me declare us a team, knowing that I am your advocate and never intentionally your adversary.

Baby, take off your cool

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Baby, don’t be so cool,

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

Feel my femininity as I am sincerely comfortable being a woman.  I love my features and know what works where with this/that and where it all should be.  Feel that I choose to display my features how I choose to which makes me happy to be me.  Feel that I love me enough to love you.  Feel my flaws as they are in existence in tune with the rest of me even when they’re showcase not some of my best moments.  Feel that it is ok to not particularly be fond of those attributes acknowledging that they are mere parts that should not impact heavier than the things that you adore.  Feel me love hard, completely without restriction.  Feel me allow you into my spaces freely and especially. 

Baby, take off your cool because all I want is to know you.

I want to kiss him

I want to kiss him and feel his breath so close to my face that I can feel his spirit.  Feel his lips against mine with excitement coming across us together in our kiss.  The fervor that keeps us motivated to learn our delight.  Our kiss is more than powerful and not a game.  It’s just us lip to lip, close, interlocked and neither able to get enough of the luscious taste. 

Kissing him makes me feel the need to be close to him in an intimate way.  Be able to breathe him in and breathe out all doubt.  In that same breath it is our escape of all the worries of the world.  It is just he and I and me and he. Together in a kiss of passion and pain to sorrow and joy – experiencing an overabundance of emotions.  Just he and I experiencing each other in a kiss. 

I want to kiss him gently until he feels my heart beat his name in unison with his thoughts.  Thinking of all the conversation yet to be had and already anticipating our next kiss.  Within a moment there is only two. two arms to touch two hearts holding two souls that caress two lips in one kiss followed by another then another then another. It all feels so good and oh so right. It is safe, secure, uncomplicated, uncompromising.  It’s just a kiss. 

Each kiss penetrating my thoughts and stimulating our expectancy. Kissing him makes me feel he joined with me equaling us in plethora of kisses. One here, one there and one here followed by another there and there.  Our ability to be one with self to another. Mutually beneficial, sensationally sweet, delectably passionate, particularly intimate and sensual but not always sexual.  

I want to kiss him generously in thankfulness of our ancestors that worked so hard praising Him for another day allowing us this moment to be together to learn what it feels to be free.  Free to kiss each other privately or publicly displaying our affection of admiration towards each other.  Be able to look into his eyes knowing that our kiss will move mountains, make nature stand still and change the color of the sky.

Kissing him makes me feel special and gives me the ability to hear his words without ever being spoken.  It is honest, true and sincere which makes me think of the most High where it is written to focus your mind on whatsoever is pure.  His lips make me understand that passage and I purely want to kiss him.

I want to kiss him in real life and in all of my dreams.  Be able to wake up and know that my dreams were as real as real can be.  In my dreams he will kiss me and me only not to be compared to any other as our kiss is all our own and never to be shared or even duplicated.

Kissing him makes me want to be there for him - be his friend and one day his companion but in this moment we just kiss. No expectations. No immediate motives. No questions. Just the magic of a kiss that leaves me wanting more.  More time to kiss him until lemons are sweet and gravity defies physics. 

I want to kiss him. Just kiss him.  Learn him. Breathe him. Hold him. Know him. Kiss him, Lip to lip, eyes closed with no worries. Passionate. Whole. Sweet. Sensual. Just our kiss. Together intertwined. Tasting our joy. Just kissing him making me feel my desire to just be in this moment in our kiss.  One day, he will be there and we will have that moment of magic.Our kiss wont have words or definitions.  

~Love, Curiosity and my Freckled Thoughts~

I still WANT...

I want to be his friend, his lover and his confidant. I want him to feel as if he can talk to me about anything and everything. I want to him to know that sometimes there are no words needed and we can just be silent without it being a problem.  I want to there for him, encourage him and pray for him maybe even more than I pray for myself. I want to see the God in him as he in me.

 

I want a selfless kind of love. I want the kind of love that is worth fighting for. I want the kind that requires immediate and constant attention. I want the kind that makes you wanna disagree so that we can come to agree. I want the kind of love that is hard but doesn’t hurt. I want the kind of love that is full of passion and some pain. I want the kind that weathers the storm and keeps us focused.

I want love.  I want patience.  I want devotion.  I want passion and romance.  I want peace.  I want friendship.  I want kindness.  I want backbone.  I want communication.  I want good eye contact.  I want growth.  I want anticipation.  I want spontaneity.  I want fire and desire.  I want pleasure.  I want emotional, physical and mental penetration.  I want satisfaction.  I want compatibility and accountability.  I want respect and fidelity.  I want humor. I want sympathy/empathy and concern.  I want to be supported and taken care of.  I want balance.  I want to be wanted.  I want good, enjoyable and consistent sex often.   I want monogamy.  I want it all and it doesn't have to be in that order with even a little more.

I want to spend my life with him.  I want to be able to smell him when he’s not around and reach him when he is close. I want to wake up next to him and smile.  I want to be the one. I want to be the only.  I want to be the last thing on his mind.  I want to go to sleep in his arms almost every night.  I want to be able to feel his eyes on me from a distance.  I want to hug him as often as possible.  I want to kiss him. I want to be able to have moments where I touch him there and there and here and there and oh yes, right there.   I want us to cherish our time apart just so we can come together or even cum together.  I want it to feel like the first time each and every time or at least every 3rd, 4th or 5th time.   

I want to have the ability to miss him when he is away. Have the ability to grow when we are together. I want to be on the same page but be able to turn the page – together. I want to be able to set aside my issues and imperfections so there is enough room for him in my heart.  I want be able to understand him when the weight of the world is on his shoulders.  I want him to know that I am there to share some of the load.  I want him to know that he is never alone and that I will always be there as long as he allows me to be.  I want him to allow me to be.

I want to be able to complete his sentences.  I want to be his period, exclamation point and even his comma.  I want us to be poetry in motion. I want us to be more than a beautiful haiku, romantic sonnet or a smooth ballad. I want us to be the combined words that create something wonderful.

I want to be the melody in his tune and the inspiration of his art while being the motivation of his desires. I want him to know that I am in his corner (his front and his back).  I want to know that he knows that I am his #1 fan, his supporter and his encourager. I want to be the one that made him comfortable enough to stop being an I and want to be a “we”.

I want to continue to be patient until we cross paths. I want to continue working on being everything that he will need me to be for we.  I want to be the woman that God has intended me to be.  I want to know the moment when he realizes that I am his one.  I want to be his chosen one.  I want him to be confident in his choice.  I want him to be able to hear God when he says, I created her for you. 

I want to be able to wait for all that I want.  I want to be content with my expectations of want. I want to continue to learn more of what I want.  I want to not mind wanting...

Damn, this is a helluva want.

Random Relationship Thought

I use to wonder how it would feel to be over the thought of us. I was curious to know if over, really had an emotional connection with my being.  The distance of heart use to grow fonder but now is strangely becoming complacently comfortable.  I no longer hear your voice in my spirit expressing your yearning for me and when we reconnect I no longer feel the passion that once upon a time made me exude love.  I suppose this is the beginning of our end.  

No more forever?

inspiration

spread wide, I allow your desire to indulge me.  the anticipation of your touch hardens my peaks.  the warm sensation of your skin against mine makes me moist with expectancy top of mind.  I can feel your heartbeat with each desire longing to be core to core, centered and totally together.  Each thrust is an additional thought of cumming… together.  I respond to your request while you reply to my body.  The ability to look at you looking at me turns me and you feel the sensation which excites you hardly.  The funk of our sex fills the room and the energy in the room is electric.  My nails to your back holding you close pushing you deeper, legs straddled around with a slight arch in my back.  My breath is hot, my throat dry with your lips and tongue being the most quenching. Our bodies tightly wrapped squeezing in the highest intensity. The timing of thrust grows rapidly. Your body tightens and your words grow limp. Feeling your passion slowly stroll through your lips to my center moistened with the thought of ecstasy approaching and knowing that verbal stimulation is expected…

Random Relationship Thoughts...

If you love me and you want to be with me.  You love me with all my faults… truly believe in what we are developing.  What is the problem with letting me in your heart...fully? 

  Here I am – nakedly me with all my potential. 

Where are you?

I’m STILL not that chick but if I was...

I find this to be neccessary again as it seems some may not have gotten the point the last time.  I will get off this soapbox when it is no longer valid.

No, I am STILL not that chick but if I was you should be nervous but bitches like you that make wish that I were.

It is a shame when a woman has a good man and doesn't know what to do with him. A man that is not afraid of being a man and loves her in spite of her.  He takes care of home and his family in it.  He loves, honors and respects all her wishes even when he disagrees. He spends time, adores her and even waits patiently for her to decide when the time is right to make it all good on paper.  He allows her to be who she is and tones himself down a bit by not kicking it as much and even cutting off the female friends that may make her uncomfortable. His life is all about her and their family.  I am sure that are problems but in the big picture he is a good man who has room for improvement but we all should be works in progress.

It is funny how that woman cannot appreciate what she has and spends way too much time pointing out imperfections and minor details of who his friends are and what he is doing with them and why it is not time to tie the knot. It is a shame when that "good man" feels the need to vent about his love for this woman and profess to be patient. He shares his frustration and still manages to bring it home to her. He sees that it is not as good as it could but makes an effort to work at his relationship with her. It's ironic that bitches women like that feel the need to try to find something wrong sabotage with her "good man" by going all through his email and showing her insecurities to other people.  She would take the time to contact those women that may of threat instead of talking to him. She would try to find a reason to give up on him instead of being thankful. It is sad that women like this make a good man wanna leave the one he's with like Usher.  It is a shame when this woman cannot find the time to ask her "good man" how his day was or what's on his mind or simply say "baby, I was thinking about you and want to cater to you in appreciation for all that you do".  It's funny how that woman that has that "good man" feels the need to parade herself as that man to try to find something that is not there. 

There are women out there that wait for women like this to make a mistake and slip up.  There are women out there that know how to take care of a good man and uplift him and please him at the same time.  There are women out there that could show a good man how wonderful he is and not second guess his any move.  These women are friends and there waiting for their opportunity and chance to make that good man theirs.  They see him and the big picture. They feel his frustrations and know how to cure it and want to have what you have. She will do whatever it takes as soon as possible so be careful.  Watch out and proceed with caution. This is a warning. There is always another waiting in the wings and hoping that you continue to go through his phone and calling/ texting via his phone pretending to be him. I know this woman and I often wish to be her but I am not. 

I respect him and I even respect you although at this moment you don't really deserve it. I am not one that you have to worry about at all but if I were that chick you made your one mistake and the ball could have been in my court.  I see how this could have played out if I was that chick. It would have been so easy but lucky for you, I am really just his friend and I'm not that chick.

I want...

I want to be his friend, his lover and his confidant. I want him to feel as if he can talk to me about anything and everything. I want to him to know that sometimes there are no words needed and we can just be silent without it being a problem.  I want to there for him, encourage him and pray for him maybe even more than I pray for myself. I want to see the God in him as he in me.

I want a selfless kind of love. I want the kind of love that is worth fighting for. I want the kind that requires immediate and constant attention. I want the kind that makes you wanna disagree so that we can come to agree. I want the kind of love that is hard but doesn’t hurt. I want the kind of love that is full of passion and some pain. I want the kind that weathers the storm and keeps us focused.

I want love.  I want patience.  I want devotion.  I want passion and romance.  I want peace.  I want friendship.  I want kindness.  I want backbone.  I want communication.  I want good eye contact.  I want growth.  I want anticipation.  I want spontaneity.  I want fire and desire.  I want pleasure.  I want emotional, physical and mental penetration.  I want satisfaction.  I want compatibility and accountability.  I want respect and fidelity.  I want humor. I want sympathy/empathy and concern.  I want to be supported and taken care of.  I want balance.  I want good, enjoyable and consistent sex often.   I want monogamy.  I want it all and it doesn't have to be in that order with even a little more.

I want to spend my life with him.  I want to be able to smell him when he’s not around and reach him when he is close. I want to wake up next to him and smile.  I want to go to sleep in his arms almost every night.  I want to be able to feel his eyes on me from a distance.  I want to hug and/ or him as often as possible.  I want to be able to have moments where I touch him there and there and here and there and oh yes, right there.   I want us to cherish our time apart just so we can come together or even cum together. I want it to feel like the first time each and every time or at least every 3rd, 4th or 5th time.   

I want to have the ability to miss him when he is away. Have the ability to grow when we are together. I want to be on the same page but be able to turn the page – together. I want to be able to set aside my issues and imperfections so there is enough room for him in my heart.  I want be able to understand when the world is on his shoulders.  I want him to know that I am there to share some of the load.  I want him to know that he is never alone and that I will always be there as long as he allows me to be.  I want him to allow me to be.

I want to be able to complete his sentences.  I want to be his period, exclamation point and even his comma.  I want us to be poetry in motion. I want us to be more than a beautiful haiku, romantic sonnet or a smooth ballad. I want us to be the combined words that create something wonderful.

I want to be the melody in his tune and the inspiration of his art while being the motivation of his desires. I want him to know that I am in his corner (his front and his back).  I want to know that he knows that I am his #1 fan, his supporter and his encourager. I want to be the one that made him comfortable enough to stop being an I and want to be a we.

I want to continue to be patient until we cross paths. I want to continue working on being everything that he will need me to be for we.  I want to be the woman that God has intended me to be.  I want to know the moment when he realizes that I am his one.  I want to be his chosen one.  I want him to be confident in his choice.  I want him to be able to hear God when he says, I created her for you. 

I want to be able to wait for all that I want.  I want to be content with my expectations of want. I want to continue to learn more of what I want.  I want to not mind wanting...

Damn, this is a helluva want.

walk on by

Slowly walking past to the beat of my heart that eyes feel me as I glide across your mind like ur favorite tune only because you are watching.

I know, you know that I know you are looking and anticipating my next and every move as the hips swing from left to right in sync with the music that coincides with the beat of your heart pit pat pit

Sweetly awaiting

Awaiting the thought, the thought of satisfaction of me with you in a game of mental gratification along with some physical definition only because the emotions of mind are keeping me upon and you know that I know that I am what you are thinking.

It’s on your mind

Looking at you, looking at me makes me smile glide my tongue across my lips, hot and moist like the wonders of your mind. Pleasures of your soul like once said or even asked, do you dig it?

Is it me on your mind?

I like the way I see you, seeing me, see you diggin me. As I go on and do my thing while looking at you thinking of me all in a thought but instead you let me walk on by

Intimate Imagination (in the key of b)

Directions: Read very slowly, seductively and intimately.

Close your eyes

Imagine us

across your mind

within this thought

your constant desire

keeps you motivated to remain between

as you sit back and relax,

reflect closing your eyes

allowing anticipation to enter your vision

seeing me in the midst of roses

laying there nakedly

feeling

watching you watch me

from a distance

pleasuring you

slowly surely –

prohibiting you a touch.

our delightful lust

capturing your eyes

creating between my thighs

moistening my lips

embracing my breast

lying waiting

(slowly surely)

patiently quenching all urges

as my eyes water, body shivers, legs quiver

clenching as the moment is nearing

the union of body and soul

creating the need to taste you

touch you

feel you within me

slowly oh so surely

arching my back, rubbing my breast, down my stomach to my thighs

to brief anticipation

sparking shakes as my eyes close

feeling you

seeing me

wanting you to want me

opening wide.

gentle hand running down the center

to the left thigh up the right

slight eye contact

manifesting the core

finding the delectable sound of passion

increasing all aspiration for our inspiration

all temptation beyond satisfaction

the moisture of perspiration trickling down my spine in sync with this spirit.

our sweetest desires beseeching plenty of pleasant thoughts

caressing my thoughts keeping minds delight

keeping intriguing emotions flowing through the warmth of my skin

my complacent patience tantalizing the hope of devotion

the praise of passion combined with your point of view.

feel me?

anxiously awaiting to reach heaven

take the stars as my light within

being allowed to wake up to see the glory of the sun’s extremeties

ray upon legs spread across mountain peaks and narrow valleys

climax gushing through rustling lakes mere streams and vast oceans

hearing the whistle of the wind whispering softly in my ear

with each moan purred and breath caught

knowing that you are there

feeling your presence is pleasant

my slightest expectation keeping my strength of mind weak

curiously inquiring what my imagination seeks to gratify in this union.

feeling you

seeing me

wanting you to want me

feeling thank you from all of me to you.

I want to kiss you...

There is nothing like the power of a kiss. Especially when you have the opportunity to kiss someone special. To be able to lay in the bed with someone and just kiss them. Be so close to them that you can feel their heart beat in sync with yours and just kiss them. Feel the softness of their lips against yours. Be so close that you can feel their breath and feel them breathe. Steady and smooth and constant. A multitude of passion pecks follow.

Kissing him makes me feel close and in my dreams he loves me and me only. In that same breath it is our escape of all the worries of the world. It is just he and I and me and he. Together in a kiss of passion and pain to sorrow and joy. Within that moment there is only two. two arms touch two hearts holding two souls that caress two lips in one kiss followed by another then another then another. It all feels so good and oh so right. It is safe, secure, uncomplicated, uncompromising. He being he joined with me being me equaling us in plethora of kisses. One here, one there and one here followed by another there and there. The ability to be one with self to another. Mutually beneficial, sensationally sweet, delectably passionate, particularly intimate and sensual but not at all sexual. I can feel his attraction rise without the need to penetrate his infatuation. Kissing him makes me feel special and give me the ability to hear his words without his speaking them. It is honest, true and sincere which makes me think of the most High where it is written to focus your mind on whatsoever is pure. His lips make me understand that and be there for him - be his friend and one day his companion but in this moment we just kiss. No expectations. No motives. Just the magic of kiss that leaves me wanting more.

~LOVE, Peace and My Freckled Words~

caramel kisses

heart to heart
cheek to cheek
me breathing you
you sucking me all in
full eye contact
then
lip to lip
soft, sensual, secure
no complications
any further would be so wrong, yet so right
i was his and he was mine.
we were together and it felt good and oh so right
our melody was harmonious
and each crescendo was felt.
it was magical.

His Freckled Curiosity

Curiosity.

After all of this time.

He wanted to fulfill his curiosity and I didn't see it coming.

 

We exchanged all of the how have you been after all this time casualties. Our past/current lives children to adults. He shared that relationship had gone sour and was trying to figure it all out. I shared that I just moved back and trying to do the same. The conversation was mellow, cool and mild. We strolled down memory lane and it was brief. Then the tone changed. He went south in his delivery. You know that second where the voice goes down to an almost whisper. His demeanor changed and I allowed it. It happened suddenly and almost discreetly. I honestly didn't see it coming but it was late and realistically, we had no business talking that time of night but I still gave into his curiosity. His curiosity had gotten the best of him. He wanted to know what I was like after all of this time. He desired some sort of closeness that he longed for once upon a time. He inquired if he could taste my essence and feel his way through. In, out and across sheets skin to skin and close until his manhood erupted. That once upon a time was of my innocence as a girl and he was curious to know if the grown woman was anything like the girl he once knew. All of this with a little taste. It was not his initial intent but he was interested in a discreet rendezvous. You know they say that curiosity killed the cat.

 

Knowing what this is, do you go for it?

peep show fantasy

I wish that I could watch you watch me. 

See my every little move and all of the things in between. 

Watch me desire you and type you a naughtly little something. 

Then possibly touch me there as you feel you here.

I would feel all the words typed across the screen

trickle down the back of my neck then down my spine. 

It makes me twinge a bit and offers mild chills

that make the hairs on my arm erect with curiosity. 

I would look into your eyes and share pieces of me

with naughty words that make you blush with satisfaction.
you know i love it when you type real slow to me

 to know what you are thinking as you see me. 

Are you paying attention or are you having your own fantasy of me?
looking at you, looking at me makes me dream

rubbing, touching, carressing and you watching
tell me what you are thinking as you see traces of me
as I wish that I could hear you want me
peep the show.

thoughtful - thinking of him

There is always that one that you think about and no you have no damn business.  He was just oooooh...  the one that you hugged just a little too long.  The one that you had long meaningful conversations about all sorts of things.  The one that is off limits or is simply out of reach.  The one that has made you feel wonderful, put a twist in your hips with a lick of his lips.  He turns you all sorts of on and warms your areas.  He is that one. The one that you shouldn't, couldn't, can't, won't,  mustn't, better not... you get the picture.  However, there is something about your feelings.  The way he makes you feel when you are in the midst of a moment.  The way you smell him when he is not even around or hear his voice in you head.  The fantasies of I remember or I wish.  Damn, I miss him.

Still in Search of Him well maybe not searching

 Not really searching but... I am hoping to run into him

Its not so much that I am looking for him but it sure would be nice to know him, who he is, what his passion and fears are. You see I am ready not only for love but for the work that comes along with it. Relationship take work and I will not only have to work on my relationship with him but my relationship with me.

I want to be his friend, his lover and his confidant. I want him to feel as if he can talk to me about anything and everything. I want to there for him, encourage him and pray for him more than I pray for myself. I want that selfless kind of love. I want the kind of love that is worth fighting for. The kind that requires immediate attention. The kind that makes you wanna disagree so that we can make up. The kind of love that is hard but doesn’t hurt. The kind that weathers the storm and keeps the focus on us.

I want to smell him with he’s not around and touch him when he is close. Touch him there and there and here and there and oh yes right there. I want to spend my life with him while we cherish the time apart, just so we can get back to together. I want it to feel like the first time. I want to have the ability to miss him when he is away. Have the ability to grow together. Be on the same page but be able to turn the page – together. I want to be able to set aside my issues and imperfections so there is enough room for him in my heart.

I want to be the melody in his tune and the inspiration of his art while being the motivation to his desires. I want him to know that I am in his corner ( his front and his back), his #1 fan, his supporter and his encourager. I want to be the one that complete his sentences, be the one that made him comfortable enough to stop being an I and want to be a we.

He is out there and I am here. All I can do is be patient until we cross paths however until then I will work on me and make sure that I am everything that he will need me to be.
Cheers to the Search of a Single Woman…