What's it to me? ...

What's it to me? Why do I have to be so nosy? I'm not being nosy, just curious. There's a difference. You hate when I respond to a question with a question? Who does that? I do...so get over it quick!!! The more curious you are, the more inquisitive you are...leads to a more fulfilling life. It opens our eyes to what's around us. It exposes us to more possibilities. Blind assumptions are useless. Don't you want to clarify for yourself? Versus just taking someone's word for it? Hell yes!!! It motivates me to uncover the truth and shed light on my life.  New knowledge...open your mind...liberate your thoughts...inspire the inner child in you...inspire the creative process...unravel the tension...free your spirit...unlock your potential...new knowledge leads to new knowledge, never-ending...new challenges...new experiences...new friends!!! It's a winning trait. Anyone who doesn't want you to be inquisitive...may have something to hide, sheisty!!! So...you never answered my question. 

Are you going to tell me?...

Or am I going to have to get physical? ...

You may like that?...Hahaha, come on now!

What? ...

What's it to me?...

Ughhhhh!...

Do I look like I'm playing right now? ...

-Liz  =/

Closer...

Maybe it's time you got closer. I don't want to hear about how we're not close or how I don't know you. I'm not going to make any assumptions about you. You deserve more respect than that, as I do. If you choose not to get to know me because you simply don't want to, that is your choice...so be it. I'm not going to dwell on it because I can't control that. All I can say is, it would be nice to know you better. We may even really like each other or even be more alike than we realize. I will always tell you what I think at some point, when I feel its appropriate. Understand...that some people just don't make good connections. It all starts at inception...or not and sometimes can never seem to get into a positive current. Unfortunate, but reality.  If you're going to rant and rave about me and what I think, feel or perceive about you...get your facts straight. Sounds like you may be the one with issues. You can't speak up than take it to the grave and bury that sh*t deep. Otherwise...this conversation is over.

And...

You and I are not one step...

Closer...

Moi? Flirting? ...

How can you tell? My sweeping hair covering one eye, so I can peek at you? My batting eyelashes and pursed lips? My slight grin that's a bit mischievous? My attentiveness to your every word? The luminous glare of my eyes as I stare into yours? Yeah...Moi is flirting with you. Took you long enough to figure it out. How much more obvious could I be? My body language was leaning into you and I even touched your shoulders on occasion when you cracked those jokes. I call you sweet little names. Sometimes I act a bit reserved...I do that because I need to absorb and observe the situation. Don't tell me that's nonsense, it's not. I'm the take it all in type of girl. Mix all the ingredients in that blender that is my mind and concoct that flavored smoothie. If it appeals to my taste buds by tantalizing my senses, I am so down for a repeat of that. If not, our flavors are not meant to collide into a new mix. Do I want to take another sip and try it again to be sure? Hahaha...too cute!

Are you flirting with moi? 

Yeah you are!

Sure I'll take another sip...

You may be an acquired taste...

-Liz

Babyyy Dolll...

So....baby doll, huh? Trimmed in lace, ruffles, appliques, bows, ribbons, marabou fur, sheer chiffon and silk. Your love of... pampering your girl. Seen in your eyes as your baby. You dig everything about her. Soft skin, unexpected when you first touched her,  like that of a child. Her sweet and musky scent, that you swear you smell every time you reminisce of her. Silky hair you want to run your fingers through and twirl like a curly tendril the morning after a blissful sleep. Tender lips that seem to melt into yours, as if they have always been joined together. Curves like ski slopes, you smoothly scale like its familiar rugged terrain. The embrace of your bodies, cozy in the way you fill each other nooks comfortably and naturally. The sound of her words, grasping your mind intellectually and yes...sensually. You find her to be all that you want and desire in a woman. You think she's sexy, beautiful and exciting. Wow...with that being said. I'm feeling a bit like putty in your hands.

Huh?...

Who's your Baby doll? ...

I am ...

Yes, pamper me Daddy...

-Liz

Heated...

You bet....anyone with a real passion for something has got heat. The more heated they are, the more reactions they get from others. Sometimes the rate of reaction doubles. Amazing how intensity can rev you up to a point of no return. I realize I've gone through a cycle in my life. As a really young woman I had some FIRE in me!!! Okay...so you know I still got some FIRE!!! But, I couldn't hold my tongue for any one. My bite was just as fierce as my bark. Then at some point I learned the advantage of being politically correct. It made me wiser in many ways and I chose my battles based on importance and impact-fulness. Now, I'm regressing or shall we say coming full circle. As you gain years on your life, you realize how precious it is and that time passed is gone. So...we either take full advantage of opportunities, talents and passions or, you can allow mediocrity to be your middle name. If that's the case, you have no right to moan and groan of the heated presence of others. I suggest you quickly move out the way though...gawking at a situation will consume you within the  blaze colliding your worlds forever. Leaving you a bit crispy!

Heated? ...

Damn straight...

Some of us like it hot...

FIRED UP!!! ...

-Liz

Puss...

 

What a puss face!!! Why are people so damn sour? They make me pucker. When I pucker it's for kisses not for disses.  That's just how they are sometimes, kill joys!!! I know Boo...I got you. You were in such a great place a few days ago and now...you're in a grey space. Whatever you need baby. Shall I write you a special poem to lift your spirits? To remind you how special you are? You are...you know. Just know I'm here for you. I won't judge you. I'll listen to you, really listen. To understand the meaning of your words and the feelings within your heart. If you let me in...to that small tightly confined compartment, that restrains invaders from attacking. I understand your stance but at some point you have to let your guard down and relax. I'm not the enemy nor the foe, I am your friend...first and foremost. You remember that! Just ask, and you shall receive all that you need. Just for you!!! Awwww? What? My pucker is dope? Lol...You want your lips on mine? 

Babyyyy...

I know...

I did say my pucker was for kisses...

-Liz ; )