will u be ther in the am?

I will free your mind today, thought amnesty. u dont have to think - let me entertain u

Point of order: 1] Listening to Vikter Duplaix Nothing like Your Touch & 2] Sorry about being late to my own show, but I hit the sack early so forgive me.

Was thinking to myself last night, something I do rather frequently, and no, not about the economy or politics this time, but the penchant and desire I have for companionship. Yep the All-Mi-T desires companionship even in my coarse and often abrasive mannerisms. For I know there is nothing wrong for a man expressing love, desire or loving. So I was picturing what it was I think I wanted and imagined if I could put such in words, so here goes.

What I want are her lips, her hair, my fingers riding through her scalp at a relaxing pace. I want to savor the wildness of our relationship and make the best of what ever we have or will have – whatever that is or will be. Even if that means being able to do the Bachata if required such that I can be able to love you for you from your desire to write stories or books for children to the enjoyment you gather when I watch you paint your toes.

I want to take in your every caress and every ounce of wind you breathe. I want you to know and accept that I give love, that it will be and is unconditional and love all the way or not at all and that if I don’t receive what I expect, I will let it depart without question. I just want u to be funny, scholarly, astute, statuesque and assured, but not scared or frigid.

I have no consternation about saying, lil momma, I want you, and not just me channeled in your back. Albeit I must admit I like the way it feels when I cant go any farther inside of you and I feel like I cant get enough. What a sensation, your skin against mine with sweat. The juices that flow down the inside of my thigh – makes me talk to my self and say I cannot get enough. Nope, I cant. For I want to want your mind and your simper equally as you crave mine. I know I said five times but eight did not seem it was enough for you from what I felt I needed in a day. And you don’t mind, you just grind pelvic gyrations to my pubic bone – as I need you close, for of your spirit I cannot get enough. All I need to know is will you be there in the morning – for there should be nothing in the universe like her touch