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Im Not Supposed to Think Of You


I wonder if you know how true I could be to you

You just don’t know how you freed me

I am no longer imprisoned in my head

Every day I challenge my mind and try to do away with wasteful thinking but...

I’m not supposed think of you

Slow, long kisses those are my favorite. When your lips touch mines a million stars start to shine. I can’t help but think do you feel like it’s that amazing?  I catch a glimpse of you, head tilted, hands gripping my thighs, so much passion through those glasses. Those soft lips and gorgeous brown eyes. 

I feel your energy clashing with mines. Your sensuality with my sexuality it’s a match that can’t be denied.  When we entwine we send the heavens shaking disrupting the angel’s peace. I wish I could keep you with me 

But I’m not supposed to think of you

It’s not just the intimacy that I’m attracted too, it’s that big beautiful brain that blows me away. Something about the knowledge you keep that has me wanting more and more of your time. I crack codes but you🤤 you are the mystery of my nights. Your honesty is respected, your goals deserve credit. I’ll never forget you saying” Nobody wants to be 30 and broke”, and that my love touched my soul. I never met any guy like you, so driven and focused. Your motivation gives me purpose. You know yourself, you’re not confused. Your enigma gives me the power to write again. Damn man you are my muse

But I’m not supposed to think of you

You’re my India Arie’s “truth” I can’t help but to think about you. I feel so protected in your arms. I just love the way you are! I would travel great measures just to get a taste of your love. You don’t understand how the little you have said has impacted me. Moved me from low to high mentally. This could just be an awesome friendship, but I have a jealous tendency.  You feed me! My mind, soul and body. You have brought me back down to earth and opened my reality.  You have tamed my crazy which is a big deal for a Fierce Scorpio like me. 

But I shouldn’t be thinking about you.  

9/27/17

Brianna Sterling 

For the Guy who held my attention 

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