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I gotta admit Sometimes I feel weak For loving you the way I do It’s beyond me I cant control it Or force it to be You know, What I want it to be I think about you so much When I’m with you And when I’m not It’s deep the way Looking into your eyes Changes my whole perspective Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Kissing your lips Taking my time with you! Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Moving my hips Moving in time with you! A moment of interlude in the album, "Beautifully Human" by Jill Scott

Even when am angry, Frustrated, Lonely Afraid, Or cry myself to sleep When jealousy sets up shop And doubt Brings a lounging chair And you laugh at me Say am unreal One thing keeps me still Grounded Your love for me That shines through And warms my fragile heart And you teach me To trust me And love me Unconditionally.

Love and hate . So intertwined! The line inbetween so thin. And sometimes it’s hard to know whether it’s love or hate. So turbulent! So, so unsettling! Here she was. At an age where she should really know better but it seemed commonsense and experience had disembarked the train that was her life at some unknown station. Perhaps if she could remember when and where, she could attempt to go back in time and reunite with both. Unforgivable . That’s how she felt about the crime she had committed. She had thought, no, she knew for sure that she had escaped the frying pan. How then did she end up in the fire? She had been careful, did all the things she could to keep herself safe. Still, how she had ended here was a huge mystery. And now it wasn’t just one crime.........they were several. Anguish engulfed her to the point of wishing death. The pain assailed her, tearing her apart, keeping her awake for hours on end. The result was a nasty, bitchy, loud and testy human being in the li...

You belong to her Even though you creep Into my thoughts In daylight And into my dreams In starlight You belong to her The epitome of my ideal man, yet You belong to her We see eye to eye Fit like fingers in a glove But, You belong to her To feel your gentle touch Your body close to mine You leave me Wet with desire Because, You belong to her You call me a Renaissance Woman And maybe I am your ideal too, But, We will never know because You’ll never let go Of her For me Because You belong to her.

Your little kick nudges me to wakefulness As you seek my attention I reach out and lay my palm on your head As a sign that I am here for you I listen carefully And our hearts beat as one I feel you tumble and turn joyfully And everything in me comes together I know I cannot wait to hold you in my arms And bury myself in the sweetness of you.

It's cold and rainy With striking lights across the sky And sounds that growl Long into the night Long streaky tears on my window Yet the thrumming sound nudges Into uneasy wakefulness I reach out for comfort And grasp air And a cold, impersonal pillow And the thrumming accelerates With confusion and uncertainy Were you really here Or did I just dream it? ReneéJ

You know that guy or that babe, the one you are angling for but cannot, should never, ever even look at. She is hot, absolutely sexy but she is your best mate's gal. Or that guy who is going out, worst still married to, your gf. You both know that you can never get together but moments come up and you get to flirt, telling each other the most outrageuous, daring sexy thoughts ever and it goes something like this:- “Show me yours. I’ll show you mine,” he says. “Do you want to see only or do you want to touch?” she asks “Touch”, he says. “Everywhere. Your breasts, cup them in my hands, feel your nipples slowly respond. I kiss you deeply and feel your naked body press against me, a sense of urgency building up as we try and prolong the moment. My hand is leaving your breast and inching downwards, taking in your soft, brown skin as it seeks out your secret pleasure.........” “Ooooh!” She moans and whispers, “Am flushed hot, all over my body. And I can feel wetness trickle down the...