sexydeltagirl
01-23-06, 08:47 AM
It's a little too early in this situation we got going on to put a label on it....
Eventhough I want 2 so badly....
I want to make you a part of me, that special part....
The part that I take care of and nuture and make sure no harm comes it's way....
I mean I, I, want to take this to the next level and sometimes I wanna propose on the phone, like baby be my husband....
Baby, just let me,
the words escape me.....
A girl can dream can't she...
I be twisting my hair around my fingers and acting real coy, not even myself sometimes cause you bring the shyness out of me....
I bet if you saw how I act, you would laugh....
Cause I match wits with you...sometimes you even slip up and forget my sex is female....
I don't mind baby, just let it flow....
We get so wrapped up in talking about this and that, Kobe and Shaq, Common and sometimes DMX....
I look around my room trying 2 keep my eyes still, but they get transfixed on this daydream of you being my man....
The minutes roll by and it's getting late....
I'm still trying to hold on even for just one more minute....
Just to hear you laugh again at something I said....
But I know I have to let you go cause sleep is my enemy...
She is taking hold of your eyes making them feel heavy...
And your voice is coated in yawns, eventhough you try to hide them by taking your mouth away from the phone...
Your voice gets deeper, mines gets sweeter....
And not once during this whole conversation did it venture to a sexual nature...
Just good ole fashion mental stimulation...
So as I click the end call button I sigh....
It's too early in this situation to put a label on it...
I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride....
Eventhough I want 2 so badly....
I want to make you a part of me, that special part....
The part that I take care of and nuture and make sure no harm comes it's way....
I mean I, I, want to take this to the next level and sometimes I wanna propose on the phone, like baby be my husband....
Baby, just let me,
the words escape me.....
A girl can dream can't she...
I be twisting my hair around my fingers and acting real coy, not even myself sometimes cause you bring the shyness out of me....
I bet if you saw how I act, you would laugh....
Cause I match wits with you...sometimes you even slip up and forget my sex is female....
I don't mind baby, just let it flow....
We get so wrapped up in talking about this and that, Kobe and Shaq, Common and sometimes DMX....
I look around my room trying 2 keep my eyes still, but they get transfixed on this daydream of you being my man....
The minutes roll by and it's getting late....
I'm still trying to hold on even for just one more minute....
Just to hear you laugh again at something I said....
But I know I have to let you go cause sleep is my enemy...
She is taking hold of your eyes making them feel heavy...
And your voice is coated in yawns, eventhough you try to hide them by taking your mouth away from the phone...
Your voice gets deeper, mines gets sweeter....
And not once during this whole conversation did it venture to a sexual nature...
Just good ole fashion mental stimulation...
So as I click the end call button I sigh....
It's too early in this situation to put a label on it...
I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride....