The Dark Lady..
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Pretty women.... wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
but when I start to tell them, they think I'm telling lies.
but when I start to tell them, they think I'm telling lies.
I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips"
I walk into a room ,Just as cool as you please, and to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees
Men themselves have wondered, what they see in me.They try so much but they can't touch
my inner mystery." Maya Angelou
my inner mystery." Maya Angelou
"Your dispossaable cause the last time you came close to mystery and or intruige it was in the 50 shades books, instead of the scent you were suppose to be wearing.-stiletto rambler"
In my opinion, there is nothing more irresistible to a man, than the mystery of a women, her intruige is by far, her biggest weapon in the game that is love and war, yet as i have come to realize its the weapon that is used the least.
Ladies, Laaadies Ladies! "(SMH)
Nothing peeves me off more, than having to overhear or be part of a conversation with a bunch of men, and hear them talk about "how quickly the fling, they had with you ended.. Due to you being a 5 page long open book.
How like a short story you have now been "shelved in his library", acquired, paged through, read. UNDERSTOOD, MANIPULATED and that all you are now is a lost puppy that follows him around town..
Have we now become pamphlets?.. Are we now short stories for men to scan over?
Stories. Quickly...summarize and digested, or is it that we feel it our plight plight to "clue" them up on" US".... do the work of knowing.. us for them..
Have we lost so much touch with our feminity, with the concept of being courted, that we now in a matter of months spill all our beans,as if we just met them at a speed dating function?
When will it hit home , that no matter what your age , you are a well written novel with chapters, YES CHAPTERS! WITH MANY PAGES, a faint lingering scent, accompanied by delicate pages that need to be caressed and handled with care..... When will you realize that your vajajay is golden. and like a well written novel, as opposed to a pamphlet, or twitter page summary, you are complex. You carry surprising twists, are filled with mysteries on hidden pages and deserve to be read slooooooowly...
I for one am obssesed with my mystery, with my inturige, they are my two best friends
I love my mystery, i call her my dark lady, i love spending time with her, staying tuned in to her, she is the curl of my lips, and the stride of my hips, ..That makes him linger..
She is the swing in my waist, and the arch in my back,
She is the stare in my eye that makes him realize, that i am a puzzle that will take some time,
She is in my stride, and why in a crowd i need only whisper.
She is my dark passenger,
The one that for months will give you nothing but crumbs,
Your intiruige,
Your mystery...
" Your Dark Lady"-
Find her,
and never leave home
without her...
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