Thursday, July 17, 2014

I just wanted to wish Daddy a Happy Birthday!

Poetry Moment
(Some little girl today is waiting to wish her daddy a Happy Birthday. For a man who is reading this you have no clue how important you are to her. You are the first man she falls in love with. Take time to be a part of her life. You will always have her love forever and a day. Don't neglect your daughters and sons.)

I sat waiting for you for fours hours
Pretty dress, Vaseline shiny penny loafers, ruffle socks, curls and pearls
I made you a cupcake, macaroni card and my heart full of love
I even made up a song to sing just for you
I sat on the porch telling my friends
"My Daddy and I celebrating his special day"
Every car & bus no you.
I ran to the phone and I refuse to believe you would stand me up
"Not my daddy he love me too much to see me cry and he wouldn't lie
The sun starting to set
My face now wet from tears
No You
I don't care what nobody say my Daddy coming
All the kids laugh and teasing "my daddy a deadbeat"
Mommy shaking her head with frustration in her eyes
 I still believe he will arrive 
The icing on the cupcake
 melting, my curls drooping and I ain't go lie I want to cry
But my heart believes soon my Daddy will arrive
Now it's going on ten o'clock and still no you
Now I am feeling unhappy
Blaming Mommy cause I think she made you mad
I call and get the voice mail
Now I think I did something bad
All I wanted was to say
"Happy Birthday Daddy"
Where are you?
Did you forget about your promise?
Did something happen?
Did I do something wrong?
Tears and fears
Hurt and Pain
Where are you Daddy?
Now days have turn to years
Dozens of cupcakes, unanswered wishes of seeing your face
Twenty- five macaroni cards, now I know you don't want me
You  forgot to love me
You forgot I needed your hugs
That I missed you
Empty and deceived
Pissed and disgruntled
I will never love another man the way I loved you
I will never trust another man the way I trusted you
All I ever wanted to do was wish you a "Happy Birthday"
Sad as it seems I await the day when you will show up to get your cupcake, macaroni card and my love

©2014 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Thursday Cravings

“Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn't sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.” 
― Paulo Coelho

"I want you." He text.
"Stop playing."
"I'm not playing I'm dead ass."
"You have all these people here."
"You scared?"
"Boy please."
"What's stopping you fear?"
"NO and we are.. never mind."
"Happily married, your my wife and I'm hungry now feed me."
"No. Get a sandwich."
"Your not funny. You know what I want."
"You are so nasty."
"I know just the way you like me."
"Be good and I promise tonight."
"Please meet me in my office, slip off your panties and give me fifteen minutes."
"No and No.Focus on your business and this meeting."
"You look hot in that yellow dress, smelling all good and you expect me to be a good boy?"
"Thank you and the answer is still NO."
"You playing games and you know who'll be the winner."
"Start your meeting."

Jaquar ran his long tongue around his thick pink lips and instantly my vanilla creme flowed. He made me squeeze my thighs tight and rubbed the back of my neck. I shifted in my seat, crossed my legs and bit the tip of my pen.  He ran his meeting but never taking his eyes off me. I pulled at my necklace. I felt his hand on my knee, felt the pad of finger creep up my thigh. I shook my leg bit on the bottom of my lip. I let off a low moan as the very tip of his finger touched my engorged and   drenched clit he stroke it three times and smirked. Small moans left my lips without permission, I cleared my throat and took deep breaths to break his spell.

"Mrs. Patterson are you okay?" He smirked as he removed his hand and folded it on the table. Smart ass you know I am not fine.

"I'm fine Mr. Patterson just listening to you." I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.

Every one knew that he and I had an insider conversation going on without saying not a word. Jaquar  is built like the Rock wore a tight t shirt that made his muscles pulsate, the fullness of his lips, his caramel complexion and his bedroom eyes. His intellect, his take charge attitude, his love for me and his touch was all the aphrodisiac I needed.  Yes, my man was fine but damn it his intellect was sexier. He could make me cum just watching him type a memo, read the Wall Street Journal,giving a definition to a word from memory or speaking fluent French.
"If your not okay we can take a break. You can go in my office and gather yourself just let me know ." He winked and rubbed his hands together.

He swear he is slick. He knew he had my pussy doing the wobble and in four minutes and forty seconds I would jump on his lap and give him what he needed. Yet, I needed to be cool, calm and collected my husband didn't have control I run the show.
I don't care how many times he licks his lips, or how much I crave the length of him inside every orifice I  had to stay focus. He is not the boss of me.

"As stated before I'm fine you can conclude your meeting." I sat up and he raised his eyebrow, poked out his lips and nodded his head.  He click the slide and his husky voice echoed through out the room as he ran off figures and estimates. He made it his business to stand behind my chair and press his hips against my back to let me know he was overstimulated and when it was all said and done he was going to fuck me until I sang the National anthem. Every woman no matter how prissy, how proper and successful had some degree of freak in them. I owned up to it a long time ago , " that I love being my husband's freak and I had no shame of him knocking the p off my pussy.  I had no shame in sucking him off and  vice versa. I had no fear of my sexuality.
Our marriage is built on more than sex we are best friends, we run a business together. We made a pact a long time ago that it was our responsibility as husband and wife to maintain our relationship. We communicate our needs. We are one another's accountability partners. Our sex life is enhanced because we are connected at the soul. We have joy in our marriage and he loves all 225 lbs of me . Yet, I knew that every couple needed the fire to be ignited. Passion had to be kept alive and please me I am the torch, the tease and my husband's Thursday craving.

He moved and he continued talking. He stopped mid sentence as he caught me daydreaming, my tongue tracing my lips and legs shaking.

"Mrs. Patterson you seem distracted in my meeting. What is the dollar amount needed to purchase new beds for the residents?" Shit, shit I have no damn clue. Think quick!"

He put his hand on his hip. I wanted him to punish me, rip off my clothes and stuff his whole face into my yoni. I want him to suck the cherry lifesaver that I have marinated in it just for his tongue every woman should have one to keep it tasty.Your man will thank you later. Okay, number of beds, residents. Hell I don't know.

The staff looked at me. I pulled on my necklace he stuck out his tongue.

"Every one out I need to have a conversation with my wife/employee." Every one scurried out of the office and I followed.

"No, Mrs. Patterson don't even attempt to walk out the door. Close it and assume the position." He took off his shirt showing off his muscles and tattoo of my name.

"Make me." I taunted.

He stood behind me and he begin grinding his dick on my ass.I refuse to react instead I close my eyes and ran my fingers down my neckline. I maintain my demeanor but this husband of mine knew me all too well.

"How many beds do we need for the new residents?"

I glanced back at him and damn my husband was handsome. His cerulean eyes put me in a trance. He smiled. I smiled. He took out a green apple lollipop and traced it on my lips, down to my neck, followed by his tongue and I began breathing deeply.

"I'm so hungry for you and since it is clear you don't have the answer I have to teach you a lesson on  paying attention in my meeting."  He kissed my shoulders, loosen the string on my dress and pulled it open. He took the lollipop ran it over my breasts, to my belly button, his tongue sopped up the stickiness. I moaned. He pushed off my dress , unsnapped my bra and squeezed my breasts. He moaned.

"You are so damn sexy. It makes no damn sense for me to get hard by the sound of your voice. It's your fault got me misbehaving in my place of business. All this damn ass, brains and juicy yoni how do you expect me to be a good boy. " He cupped it and groaned. I blush

"What you gone do with all this ass?" I put it in his face and wiggled it.

"I show way better than I tell." He smacked me on it and grunted.

The room was swollen with arousal, the scent of cinnamon and lavender dance off our body, this was love, this was passion and he hasn't even entered me yet. I was in love like the first day we met nine years ago, he touched me, kissed me passionately, touched my ass and massaged it. He put his fingers in between my thighs and then the lollipop. He dipped it into my opening and swirl it around. He put it in up to his mouth and swirled it around his tongue.

"Mmm... Damn you taste good. This is just the sampler I'm ready for the main course."

We are gone and it didn't matter this was a conference room, that we where breaking our commandments. At this moment all that matter was a husband and  wife  fulfilling a need, a want and desire. Every nerve was alive, I throbbed for Jaquar , every vein pumped my husband's name. He opened his pants and his beautiful erection throbbed song my name.I touched it. I massaged it and watch the pre-cum dripped down his shaft.

"Feed me Mrs. Patterson."

He lifted me on the table, pulled up a chair, I opened my legs, he stuck his tongue and he drank while I screamed.  He slurped, he drank, his tongue danced, whined, salsa, break dancing and the electric slide cause my water falls to spill. I panted, gazed down at him, licked my lips and felt his length push inside of me. I yelped and he kissed me. By now everyone was aware the boss was fucking his wife in the conference room.

He took a deep breath and manage to whisper, "You see why I act out? You got your husband spoiled rotten with all this good good.

He grew inside of me and I swear I wanted to scream to the world how good he had me feeling. I nibbled his shoulder to suppress my screams. I quivered, I shook, I convulsed and reach my peak five times yet I was hungry for more of Jaquar. He put my ankles over his shoulders and I knew at this point he had total control. He pushed deep and I pulled at my hair and he had me possessed with passion. Panting, moans, memory loss that we where being heard. His curses, his calling my name. Shouts of I love you, furniture scraping the floor. He grunted, he moved at a speed, lean his head back, his mouth in O formation and shouts of my name.  He roared and  stuck his tongue out of his mouth. He collapsed on top of me, he kissed my lips, my nose and after catching our breath.

"How many bed does the residents need and you better know the answer?"

"15." I winked and he chuckled.

"You are a hot mess."

"You love it."

"Damn right and I'm not going anywhere.

©2014 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite

Monday, June 23, 2014

Don't Quit On YOU!

I was walking my normal 2.7 mile walk from Delaware Park yesterday, the day was a perfect mixture of sun and a nice amount of breeze blowing. It was the last leg of my walk and the bus was coming down the street. In my mind my body was jumping up and down because the bus never comes when I am walking. My legs were aching, my toes hurt and I felt the desire to jump on the bus. I was ready to get on the bus and then I remember it was the story of my life so close to the finish line and the minute an easy way comes I jump on the ride.

I was approximately six blocks from my house and just like life getting to end was tiring. I gave myself a hundred excuses of why I should quit. My major reason was for the past few days I've completed this walk so it is okay to give in just this one time. Another excuse popped up my feet hurt, it's hot and lastly, I am tired. As the bus was approaching I thought about my life in particular and how I would quit whenever I got so close to my victory. How I let excuses block me from becoming the woman who achieved her life goals. I wasn't exercising because I wanted to achieve weight loss it was about endurance, it was about completion of a journey I started without giving up and giving in to excuses and setbacks. I started this pursuit to break the habit of quitting on Tamyara. I chose walking 2.7 miles back and forth to know that quitting wasn't option when I was close to my victory.

The bus pulled up and I made the decision not to give up on my journey because I was tired and it was difficult. I turned up my music and kept on strutting home. It was another proud moment of crossing the finish line. It was me realizing that I had will power to endure to the end. I had courage. I had an inner strength that no matter the difficulties I am indeed a winner. I didn't get on that bus because I am worth finishing the journey started without taking the short cut.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day!

With one drop of your seed I became a life
You help create me in the likeness of your image
You in a moment of pleasure created someone 
To be loved
To be cherished
To be honored
You are a creator
You are a Father
God granted you the honor to 
 begin the process of life
God gave you an ability to lead 
Without you there would of been no me
God chooses every man to help begin a life
I thank you Dad

  Fathers don't always get the honor they deserve and it is a known fact. They are plagued as deadbeats, losers and that is not the image I am going to paint today. I am well aware of wonderful fathers who sacrifice their life to be the best they know how. They are the men who work two jobs, show up to plays, kiss boo boos and travel to every game.He is the hero who would collect bottles all day so you can have a new pair of shoes. He is our hero who will get up at the crack of dawn to make mickey mouse pancakes. He is there at your prom in muddy shoes and dirty hands so he can take that picture with his angel. He is the father who gives up half of his pay check through child support.

He is the one who is willing to go through hell and high water to defend your honor. The daddies who sit with the new boyfriend with the shotgun next to him. The one who will teach you how to play basketball, baseball, build a house, fix a car, drive a car, fight,writer and wrestling etc. I have seen and still seeing that in our communities today that men are active in their children's lives. He is the one who will sell his car to take  he can pay your tuition. The father who gives up half of his paycheck and never receives a thank you. The father who is unemployed but cooks, washes clothes, braids hair and helps with homework. I honor you for being the best you know how. The term Daddy is a badge of honor and many wear it proudly. Dads aren't always the biological it the one who made a choice to help raise you, nurture you and guide you on the right path.

My Uncle Khalid was the father figure in my life. He gave me my first watch, taught me how to type and how to act like a lady. He gave me the courage to speak in front of people when I would of otherwise shied away. My first briefcase so that I was professional at all times.  My uncle taught me that the sexiest woman  is one who is fierce without showing off her body. He was there to celebrate my triumphs but also my lost in my first election of vice president. He pointed out my wrongs and praise me when I was right. He listen to me and gave me advice. He wasn't my biological father but he took on the role of one. Though he is no longer here I was blessed to have him in my life.

Those who are fathers either through being biological or by choice I thank you for being the best you know how. I honor you because you chose to be outstanding when you could of walked away and wash your hands of the word responsibility. Take out the time today to thank that man who is instrumental in your life. Daddies are not perfect by far but they are yours honor them.

© 2012 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

What my eyes allow me to see as beauty.

I was searching all over me to see the beauty
Beauty to me was the perfect face, light eyes, long hair and light skin.
Women told me it shouldn't be a issue but it is.
I try so hard to fix my nose, enhance my eyes and lighten my skin.
I wear make up to cover up my skin, to hide the ugly I see in the mirror.
Erasing the very images of me.
I wanted and needed to be like the women I see.
They all are prettier than me.
The men choose them over me.
I don't see beauty in me

My mother told me to look inside of me
My daddy told me they will see my heart.
I wish they would stop feeding me bull on a stick.
Men don't go screaming, "you sure do have a pretty heart."

I'm distorted, scars and ugliness.
I'm trying to erase the ugliness so others can see the beauty.
I'm trying to be liked for what you see and not hear the constant words your ugly.
I hear but I know it
I'm not like others and it not about the perception it is what I see.

Society tells me every one is beautiful then why don't I see more girls that look like me on the magazine?

Why don't they vote me as the prettiest or others girls?
I'm don't see girls like me being glamorized on T.V.
I am judge the second someone sees  my eyes, my nose, my ears, my hair and clothes.
If beauty was looked at from within so many wouldn't be judged on other images.

It wouldn't matter if I was fat, tall, skinny, scars, bumps , eyes , hair or how I dress.
If I could would wear a mask all my life. Erase this face and if I had a choice I'd never choose this face at all.

2014 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite

Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial Day Thank you to all the men and women who served.

Thank you isn't enough to be said for the men and women who have lost their lives to keep our country the land of the free.
For those who continue to protect and take care of or country Thank you doesn't seem enough.
For those injured and wounded my undying gratitude and appreciation for all that you've sacrifice.
You are truly the Heroes and Sheroes of country.
Thank you a thousand times.

@2014Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom

Happy Mother's Day

Mom, Mommy, Ma, MomSeeming all simple when she cradle you in her arms
Loving and sweet
Then it came the times when you became a teen
You thought she never understood
She really didn’t know all you where going through
Wishing she would stop preaching and teaching you about life
In your mind you thought you knew it all
Only to figure out that ninety percent of what she said was right
Wishing with all your might you listened
Laying in her arms as an adult listening to her voice
When all seems wrong
The nights she prays for you
The nights she lay with you while you where ill
The days she defended you
The days she cradle you to her bosom
Mom, Mommy. Ma,Mom
Calling her name a million times
Listening to you first speak
Listening to you when no one else would
Reading you your first story
Teaching you right from wrong
Singing in your ear
Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom
Working to do her best even with less
Sometimes taking and dealing with mess
Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom
Loving you in your wrongs just as much as your rights
Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom
Sweet name given to you when you had your first
Nothing was sweeter than hearing him or her acknowledge you
Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom
The first macaroni card
The first burnt breakfast
The sweet kisses and hugs
Coming from your babies
The honor, the privilege with the name
Mom, Mommy, Ma. Mom

© 2013 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite