I Have a Secret

I Have a Secret

I have a secret

I want to tell you what it is

But if I did, I don’t think you could

Handle it.

See this secret is so juicy and sweet

Like the juiciness of my lips

And the sweetness of my honey.

I have a secret

I know you’re dying to know what it is

I can see it in your eyes and read it in

Your smile.

Your eyes speak volumes without your

Lips moving a muscle.

It’s like you may already know.

I have a secret

The kind that raises my body temperature
Every time I think about it.

The kind that makes my body shiver

The one that makes my legs quiver

The type of secret that even if I wanted to

I can’t deny.

I have a secret

I want to tell you so bad

I want to whisper it in your ear

See the facial expressions

Feel the sensation that it could cause

Erratic heartbeat and slobbery mouth

Causing a caged beast down south

I have a secret

I know you want to know

Pushing me up against a wall

To get my secret exposed

Biting on my lips just to tell you a piece

Running your hands up my thighs

Hoping to make me release

I have a secret

And your methods are so tempting

Sucking on my neck and my words start sputtering

But I won’t give in

I can’t

This secret

You’ll have to torture out of me

I have a secret

And I think I want tell

The way your hands keep touching me

It makes me want to share.

The stare from your eyes

And the kiss from your lips

Is making almost too hard to resist.

I have a secret

That’s going to get me in pleasurable trouble

Take me on sexual highs

And moisten if not soak my valley below

It could cause erotic night sweats, leaving sheets wet

You’re humming in my ear

This secret you just got to know.

I have a secret

One that will make both of us sticky and sweaty

But I can’t tell you this secret right now

Maybe the next time we meet.

Lady R © 2012

Verbal Assassin

Verbal Assassin

Please pardon my language as I describe my occupation as a verbal assassin. I do this shit for the thrill of it. Taking these words and putting them in various orders and dropping them like bombs to your eardrums making your cerebrum explode. This convocation can send your mind on vacation of bliss or lead you to a place with those soft padded walls, and those bright white halls, and those fashionable jackets that teach you to “love yourself”. You wonder how you ended up in such a situation by just listening to me. Fuck it; shit happens.

See my job is to ensure you that these words aren’t just spoken to be heard, but to be felt, like a poison injected into your veins leaving you stuck, like a drug that leaves you hallucinating and talking to yourself like “damn I know that’s right.” Or having your mind working over and over asking for help from that littler person on your shoulder, but they can’t help you they’re just as lost as you and the responses that you get are “shit, I you’re on your own boo” and you’re like “fuck now what am I going to do?”

There’s so much more to my occupation than just assassination. I’m also an initiator. I get shit started like clammy hands going, and sweaty brows showing, and like dicks on the rise, and throbbing between the thighs; creating lustful thoughts in minds; and then I go back to the assassination and kill them with those lines like LL “doing it, and doing it, and doing it well.” Leaving bodies sticky and sweat, but don’t sleep because at an instant shit can get deep and before you know it words are being thrown at you like sharp jagged daggers making your emotions splatter on the floor and I write my name in cursive…Another one gone from a verbal assassination.. Murdered.

  Lady R © 2012

RealNiggas

Hey my nigga.
Sup my nigga
Oh, it's that nigga
He says he's a REALNIGGA

RealNiggas. Shame niggas. Following the hype and becoming a stereotype, type niggas. Flashing cash, chasing ass, wondering why this "BadBitches" don't last Real Niggas. She say she love you nigga, its going to be just you nigga, but when you turn your back nigga she hooking up with the crew niggas. She spending yo ends and sucking yo friends, and you claim you gotta a name on that "pussy" Ha, you're the pussy. Real Niggas.
RealNiggas.

Real Niggas. Complaining about the weed amount instead of the money in your bank account real niggas. You'll find Real Niggas Standing in line waiting for those Jordans to come out, but having screaming matches with your baby mama because your child is about to go without. RealNiggas. RealNiggas claiming these places aren't hiring, but the truth is nigga you aren't trying. Just putting your first name on an application isn't what I call applying.
RealNiggas.

RealNiggas. RealNiggas might get upset at what I'm saying, but REAL MEN will applaud it and understand my statements. See the difference between REAL MEN and REALNIGGAS is REAL MEN understand what is to be a man, putting away all childish things and taking responsibilities for their seeds.Real Niggas claim to fame is trying to one up the next man, throwing dirt on that man to look like he's the man, but he's just another hating ass RealNigga.

RealNiggas.


RealNiggas. Can't tell the real from a copy, because some of these "Badbitches" make it hard for the REAL WOMEN to get noticed. And the cycle continues when you have these RealNiggas running after all these Nikki Minja's instead of the Michelle Obama's. Talking about you want a woman with ass, what happen to wanting a woman with class? What happen to having a woman to aspire to being more than just a lustful desire? RealNigga's don't got time for that all they want to do is just tap that ass.
RealNiggas.

RealNiggas. RealNiggas catching attitudes like some of these young bitches do. All in they feelings because you're telling them what the REAL is and they still aren't grasping it. RealNiggas talking about they are stacking cash when they are sitting on the couch in they mama's house. Please RealNigga, tell me what's that all about? RealNiggas yelling they "bout that life" after only spending 30 days behind bars. Scream that shit again when spent time with those REALNIGGAS in the pen after doing a 5-10.
RealNiggas.

I'm not going to spend much more time on this just want to get my point across to you. RealNiggas stop trying to follow the main stream. Be your own person and create your own dreams. Because being a REAL NIGGA is not what it seems.

Lady R © 2013