Words come in the strangest places

I'm sure I'm not the only one out there that this happens to, but I always get words in the strangest places. I could be on the train and thank God for the memo pad on my blackberry to jot them down real quick so I don't forget. Maybe a little TMI and my roommate looks at me funny when I do it, but I take my laptop in the bathroom with me when I know I'm going to be in there for a while. I've had some great words come while going #2 shhhhiiiiiitttttt (lol... in my best Clay Davis voice.) Don't judge me either! You have your magazine, I have my laptop. If anything magazines are so 1999, come into the 21st Century...lol. But more times than not words will wake me out of my sleep. I sit straight up in the bed, rush to turn on the light, and reach for my pen and pad. Its crazy how many more pieces I could have if I didn't ignore those words sometimes. I can be lazy or just too tired to be bothered, thinking I will still remember them in the morning and then they're gone. This little piece came to me the other night. I literally was just about to be out for the night and the first 5 lines came to me. I turned on the light, grabbed my pen and pad and 15minutes later I was back snuggled in my bed. Still a work in progress because I usually let pieces marinate for a couple weeks and then come back to them but So here it is anyway...

I want you

I want you
Yet you only want where my juices flow
Where my muscle contracts
Tightens so hard he's grasping for breath
I breathe in, not wanting to breathe out
Wanting to hold every bit of you in me as long as I can
Because I want you
More than the manpart you're offering
More than than monetary void you fill
Offer me the rest of you
All of you
Your mind
So when your having a bad day thoughts of me make you smile
Your heart
Then maybe I could begin to believe in love again
How did I get to the point where offering my body was good enough
I buried my emotions as to not get hurt
But now I want love and I want it with you
No longer afraid of the way I feel
But afraid of your reaction to me wanting more
So without a deep, philosophical, or "I think we need to talk" approach
I come to you simply with,
I want you
Now will you have me?

Copyright © 2009 by Jonesin' Enterprises All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission.


Mr. B2B April 23, 2009 at 10:09 AM

I really felt this...
I really did!

MzInspiredMind81 April 23, 2009 at 10:39 AM

LOVE IT! Was this the poem that you were talking about on twitter the other nite?

Eb the Celeb April 23, 2009 at 11:08 AM

@MrB2B - The sexin part or the relationship part? lol

@mzinspired - yes missy... straight woke me up right out my sleep, I really forget how much of my life I tweet about sometimes...lol... EVERY DOG ON THING just about...lol

1/3 April 23, 2009 at 1:49 PM

Great poem eb!. Words come to me like that too but i never have a pen and pad ready lol

Keith April 23, 2009 at 2:49 PM

Are you going to give this to.....

him? (You know you oughta..This says it all.)

Mimi April 23, 2009 at 3:09 PM

WOW! This was me just 7 short months ago. It's crazy what we settle for.

Anonymous April 23, 2009 at 4:19 PM

I like that.
Yeah I remember you tweeting about this. lol

Anonymous April 23, 2009 at 5:29 PM

Hey its Tima my blog is back up and I had to stop by ya blog...I love ya poem girl! And how do you copy write in need to know that info please!

Anonymous April 23, 2009 at 11:02 PM

Great Piece Eb. I'm feeling every bit of it, as always. I was reading it and nodding all throughout.

Mr. B2B April 24, 2009 at 7:14 AM

i actually have never known what TheCaleb means Eb...
Call me daft, but a bwana is allowed to ask when he fails to click things right? Except in times of sexing! (i heard that somewhere, LOL)

The entire part about "feeling" the other person and then also the "freaknaaaasty" too!!

RealHustla April 24, 2009 at 6:42 PM

I'm very paranoid about transfering fecal matter to stuff.

Erin Michell April 25, 2009 at 1:19 AM

Like the poem.....**snaps snaps***

PRIMO April 25, 2009 at 9:31 AM

I Loved It. You Inspiring me to pick back up the pen & pad..... I Think I Will.....

And yes the blackberry memo comes in handy all the time! I use it frequently.

Eb the Celeb April 25, 2009 at 12:27 PM

@Tima - Poor man's way is to send it to yourself in the mail, but dont open it. The postmark makes it a government document and its copywritten as of that date.

LusciousRon April 26, 2009 at 7:20 AM

I love this poem. So touching yet s true.

DaVida Chanel April 27, 2009 at 8:33 PM

I feel like you were in my head on this one!

aj.the.poet April 29, 2009 at 12:47 AM

Happy Poetry month to you too

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