I LOVE the makings of me from the locs in my hair to the clothes I choose to wear/or not I love the makings of me... The way I smile...

In the beginning we had a basic sense of sisterhood. When one of us was thirsty...

I did not invite him over… But I did not stop him from coming. I was very satisfied in the dance I was playing with the bartender. Still..

You call me baby and I call you king. We bring love to these dirty streets

... is touch making someone whisper my name because I'm able to tickle the...

I wondered if he'd locked the door? That thought actually did excite me...

I was not however horny for another's touch. I was horny for the expertise of my own manicured fingers...

If I called him, he might very well think it was about him. Yet, if I didn’t call him, he might very well think it wasn’t. So…