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Thursday, March 3, 2011

All Men Ain't Shit???

All Men Ain't Shit???

While researching HotTopix, so many of my female friends wanted me to discuss why "Men Ain't Shit"...

I disagree. I try to judge each of them separately. Even though I am single, I do feel like an extreme amount of men are worthless, but not all of them. And of those that aren't worth the breath it takes to say their names, I feel they were made that way by those that:
#1. Failed to raise them.
#2. Treat them as kings even though they act like asses.
#3. Treat them like asses even though they act like kings.
#4. Made them bitter and cold.

So... I ask for help. What are your opinions? Give me your reasons why men ain't shit. Or do they just get a bad rep?

I encourage all to respond. Male and female, I look forward to this one!!!


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Monday, February 28, 2011

STILL TASTE YOU ON MY LIPS… Lisa MissUndastood Poet

As I kick the sheets of my now satisfied body, my face reveals a naughty grin


Evidence of last night’s premeditated sin.

Oh, and I will ask for Forgiveness, but don’t think I will ever forget. See, I thought I had this all under control, but damn…last night, you were on a roll!



You invited me just right

Pulled me close and held me tight.

Tongue-kissed my lips, not even neglecting the pair that throbbed under satin fabric! Enjoyed how you would ease up a little, raise your head up a little, make me beg, just a little…’Cause little did you know, you would also be at my mercy. So then grinning again, I began savoring pictures of you standing beside that bed. And as you stood. Your manhood and my gaze met eye to eye, so then I licked my lips. In anticipation of engulfing your entirety

As anxiety, raced through my body.



Then almost as if choreographed, you maneuvered me onto the bed, feet flat and legs apart, my heart…

Seemed to skip a beat as I felt the heat,

And as your tongue danced, my hips danced too

And my legs began to quiver

Cause I knew you was about to deliver

Some much needed physical abuse to my body,

My body, which now seemed to belong to you as we poetically melt into one,

From the flames of heat, created, interlocking, communicated between flesh



And with each thrust, I began to tremble, as if to indicate the orgasm soon to follow

And as I follow your lead...dance and grind my hips to your beat,

The heat intensifies then you grab my thighs, and extend them along either side of your

Perplexed physique…unique

In design, to coincide with mine

And just as I’m at my peak

You change the beat…now faster and faster and faster

Then winding down to a slow rhythm

And you lean in and grab me so tight,

That I bite…

Down on my lower lip

As I slip

Away, to ecstasy, awakening, to still taste you on my lips

Before stepping into the steamy shower, to shower away all evidence of last night!




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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Grown Folks Business Part I - Lisa MissUndastood Poet

Must be voodoo in what you do


‘Cause those kisses placed below waist-

Spring smile to face

And I’m trippin’…

Like bring that back to me

With your back to me…

I repay with warm kisses to strong back

Your fingers trace tattoo on my right thigh

And you speak to me

But I choke on words

As I choke on you…

Ending our Four Play like the Final Four-

This Sixty Nine deserves an encore

But we move on to grown folks business-

& love making this good needs a witness…

But I ain’t sharin’ & these 4 hips locked is enough for us-

Must be voodoo in what you do

Cause you make me cuss

I scream that same 4 letter word when I yell-

& baby you seem to follow directions so well

Back arching like a bridge over my running waters…

And I hold you

Like you ain’t going nowhere-

Baby I swear….

There must be voodoo in what you do-

Cause I wanna only conduct this grown folks business….

with You



--MissUndastood 2010





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