i wanna marry you..

i do.

wanna spend the rest of my life with you. i'm sure of that. i want God, my parents, my son, all my family & friends to witness it. i even want my enemies to see and hate their souls out. i want you to have my last name. i want to spend every second of the rest of my life being with you. i want to see you walking from across the room, courtyard, church aisle, beach..wherever you want to have it.. and think to myself that i could never ever see a more beautiful woman than the one approaching me.

i want to wait in anticipation for you to reach me. to see you. to countdown the minutes till you belong to me, and i belong to you. i want your parents to give you to me. to trust me. to love me. i want you to help me raise my son. i want you and my son's mother to get along. and even if you don't it don't matter cause i don't get along with her half the time anyway. but it'd be nice.

i want to look in your eyes, hold your hands, and just know it's right. just know you're right. i want to feel like we're alone in this big room despite all the people around us. i want time to stop. i want to feel the blessing of God cover us. i want to vow to be with you & only you forever. and i promise that to him, to you, to everyone that is watching. i take that vow seriously. i want you to take it as serious as i do. i want to get choked up on my feelings. caught up in the moment. i want you to squeeze my hand, to let me know it's ok. to let me know that you feel the same way. i wanna watch your eyeliner run just a little bit as you catch a tear or two. i wanna laugh when you pause before you say the, "honor and obey" part. as if you have to think about it. i can't wait to hear those two words leave your mouth.

 i do.

two words that have never meant as much as they do right now. i can't wait to kiss you as my wife. kiss the woman that means everything to me in front of everybody that means anything to me. to hear the minister announce us as one. to walk back down that aisle together, hand and hand...and know i have someone to spend the rest of my life with. someone to laugh with. someone to cry with. someone to love me till my heart stops beating. someone to love me even after it stops.

i wanna watch you electric slide in your wedding dress as your mom & my mom bump into each other cause either one or both of them are going the wrong way. i wanna cut the cake and watch that look on your face, "you better not smash it on my face", while you're smashing a piece on my face. i wanna just stare at you as you hug and talk to our family & friends. still in amazement that God has blessed me with a woman like you. i feel like the luckiest man in the room, world, universe, ever...i want that feeling. i want you. i wanna marry you.



[day #7: sweet talk week]

no interruptions...

let's turn the cell phones off. and computers too. tonight. no tv.  my eyes on you..girl. music playing softly. i wanna hear you sing...it's been a while since we've had, a chance to do our thing..girl. phone calls feel good. but nothing like the real thing, yea..yea. long distance love affairs. can't wait till the weekends. hope your flight wasn't too long. really hope you like this place. oh, it's a beautiful view baby..but nothing like your face...

 -Eric Roberson : Weekend Getaway

  

i know i've been busy. it's been a long week...i apologize if you feel lost in the shuffle sometimes. i'm sorry, if i don't call enough or show you enough attention. but, tonight is your night. it's all about you. so turn off that tv. power down your cell phone. get off the computer. tonight's about me and you. tonight we're gonna dance, let the beat of our hearts be our music. can i sing to you?

"you're my..baby. my lover. my lady. all night, you make me. want you..it's drives me crazy..."  musiq - so beautiful

what about..

"you..got me..thanking. God..for you. you got me. telling my mama. and my friends all about you..and i daydream, of you. touching. holding. kissing. as i'm sweating with you...came right on time...girl..every word of this song's gonna be about you.." raheem devaughn - you

a little old school?

"i want you....to want me. i want you..and i want you to want me too....want you to want me baby...just like i want you...bada dah dah.."  [marvin gaye- i want you]

why you giggling? yanno you like it. let me entertain you. we don't need no radio, no slow jam tapes, or i-pod docks. all we need is each other. me and you. that's enough.

can i tell you a secret? i want to kiss you..oh that's not secret enough? well, i want to kiss you all over. whaaat?..you can't fault my mind for racing all over the place. you shouldn't be so sexy. but for real..tonight i want to do things to your mind & body that you've never witnessed, felt..imagined. real talk. no game. no gimmicks. no bullshit. 

i just want to look at you...undress you with my eyes. caress you with my kiss. touch you with my thoughts. i'd love to kiss you there...there...there..and right there. as i tease that spot with my fingertip, the one behind your ear. the one that makes you lean your head back and close your eyes. i can tell you like it, because you aren't even fussing at me for having my hand in your hair. or my other on your... well you know where it is. . . and i can't wait to kiss you there either. 

excited yet? cause i am. want me to strip for you? will you strip for me? i wanna watch your candle lit silhouette slowly take it all off for me. your body is beautiful, you are beautiful. i can't help but think how lucky i am. and how much i want you. i don't know if i said it out-loud or not, but i'm sure you can tell. come here let me profess my love. i'm gonna whisper sweet nothings in your ear till you have a eargasm..mental foreplay is just round one..tonight i'm gonna give you 12-play...and go 12 rounds before i knock it out..

don't worry, i put the sign outside the door. there will be no interruptions..

[day #6: sweet talk week]

 

love notions..

it started with a note. as you reached down in your purse, you pulled out a yellow slip of paper folded into a heart. as you opened it, and read: "you know i'm missing your right now? love you, beautiful"... as you smile and wonder to yourself how i got that note in your bag, without you noticing. hopefully it made your day a little better. as we play text tag throughout the day. my last text to you is: "i can't wait to see you..."

as you pull up into the driveway and walk to the door. you notice a piece of paper by the doorbell: "welcome home". as you open the door you're greeted with a card: "follow your nose.." . as you proceed around the corner and into the kitchen. you see that dinner is almost ready. as you sneak a peek, you notice it's your favorite... with a note: "i aim to please". as you walk over to the counter where you see 11 red roses, surrounding a single white rose with a card that reads: "like you, there is always one that stands out in the crowd..". i catch you by surprise, as i sneak up behind you. and whisper "hey" in your ear. you probably were expecting something super romantic, but i pick and choose to tease you with my simplistic greeting.

you put your hands on mine, as i wrap my arms around your waist. i whisper in your ear again: "you hungry?". you nod. i tell you to have a seat at the table. as i pour you some wine. "tell me about your day....how was work?" we talk, until dinner is ready. we eat, we drink, we converse. sounds like the perfect night huh? "you ready for desert?" you smile and give me the *i'm too full* look. but i insist and get up, and return with a plate. i put a plate in front of you and instead of a desert there's yet another note: "not quite edible, but it's still sweet..upstairs is where you'll get your treat". yes, a little corny, but a perfect transition. as you walk upstairs you see a towel with a note on it: "follow the path..to your bath", as you see the rose petals leading into the bathroom. as you walk in you see a bath drawn with candles all around. with a note: "get undressed, get in & relax". you follow directions well, and after about 10 minutes i walk in with another surprise. a big, warm chocolate brownie, chocolate covered strawberries, and a scoop of ice cream. i don't know if your more excited to see me or the brownie. i sit on the edge of the tub and  begin to feed you. "it's good?...you like it?"

when you're done, i get your towel...you catch me staring, but you like it. i wrap the towel around you and tell you to turn around. you see a note sitting by the sink: "go lay on the bed..". i can tell by the look on the face you know what's coming. but i surprise you again..when i walk out the bathroom with massage oil in my hand. starting with your feet, i work my way up. slowly.  front & back. slowly. i get back on my whispering game.."how does that feel? i know you've had a long day. i just wanna make you feel good". i can tell it's working. as i start adding kisses, caresses, singing along to the music playing. i reach over to the pillow and pull out one final note:

"let's make love.."

[day #5: sweet talk week]

let me jump start your heart..

i know the spark isn't always there. i know the fire has been less than "hot" lately. i know that the love that seemed "unbreakable" is becoming "berlin wall". i can't point my finger at you. please stop pointing yours at me. i honestly don't know what it is, what's missing, what we've lost. i just know we need to find it. we need to find it before it's too late. 

tell me what you like....it's been a while since we've just talked. yanno, talked the way we used to. maybe that's what it is. have i stopped listening? paying attention? caring? i'm sorry. 

how can i show you that i care?

do i have to go to the grocery store and pick you up some maxi pads? you want the kind with wings? will that show you that i'm willing to embarrass the fuck outta myself for you. will that make you smile? maybe while i'm out pick you up some of your favorite take-out. come home and rub your feet, hold you and NOT try to grope you up. what if i send you flowers like i used to. pick up my shit instead of leaving it all over the floor. do those things i promised to do days, weeks, months ago. stop arguing. stop being impatient. stop getting emotional. yes, i'll admit sometimes i'm dramatic. are we getting anywhere?

how can i make you feel good?

maybe run you a bath. maybe kiss your neck. whisper sweet nothings in your ear instead of yelling about some random shit that isn't even important. can i make love to you? no dirty talk, no rough sex, no biting..that is unless you want that. just tell me what & how you want it. i want to be the student. teach me. teach me how to love you right, again. it's important i do it right this time. life is too short, and you never know when we'll run out of chances. 

how can i get that old thing back?

all relationships go through this. everyone has problems, rough patches. we just need to smooth them out and move past them. so are you willing to try with me? are you willing to make it better than before? if you've changed. if i've changed. if the things we want are different, can we compromise? if it's not too late, let me love you harder than i did before. remember how it felt when we first met. now remember all the great things that have happened during the course of the relationship. tell me that doesn't outweigh the bad...

i wanna get back to the point where i make you happy. back to the feeling that there was no one but me for you forever. i want to make you feel alive again. in love again. i want to jump start your heart with my love. 

[day #4: sweet talk week]

claim me...

i don't care who knows i love you. in fact i want everyone to know i love you. i want to find the highest mountain, so i climb it and scream your name. i wanna get your name tatted on my forehead, neck, hands, chest, legs, etc...so every time someone looks at me they see you all over me.

i wanna carve your name and mine with the heart around it. scribble your name with my last name all over my driveway with sidewalk chalk. i wanna cut out paper hearts with our names on them and put them in all of my neighbors mailboxes. i'll even get on twitter and get put in twitter jail for tweeting it too much. i just love you. and i don't care who knows. if you're my woman. and i'm your man. what's the problem? if you aren't ashamed of our love. if no one else matters but me, who cares what they think. yes, we may fight. yes things might not always be perfect. but who's in this relationship...them or us?

luther vandross said it best..

"your secret love..why can't we tell somebody..cause secret loves, never last as long. your secret love, will never be your true love...i can't be your secret baby..it's breaking my heart"

you don't wanna break my heart do you? then stop acting like you got something to hide. i have to admit i'm beyond jealous of people who exclaim their love for others. i know that sounds real gay. but i'm serious. it's something about someone being proud to be with you. someone appreciating you. someone not afraid to tell anyone that they're in love with you. and they just don't care. it's like..whatever. you can judge my relationship, the person i'm with, the things we're doing vs. what you're doing..and i simply don't care. do you know how sexy that is?

i'm not talking about the overboard, "i got a man" shit. i'm talking about the woman who sincerely gets excited to be with her man. one that grabs my hand, when another dude walks by. that's her, "i got a man" line, not a ring, not an excuse, not a detour. one who smiles every time she talks about me. one who talks about me and you can feel the love pouring off her tongue. i want to make you feel like that. i want you to be so overcome with love you can't keep it to herself. because that's the way i love you. i'm the type of guy that when i get a real girlfriend all my friends already know what's up. my mama already knows your name. my female friends know that i gotta see 'em when i see 'em. i talk about you even when i don't realize i'm talking about you. i think about you all the time. i have no problem claiming you. no problem incorporating you in every part of my life. if my biggest regret is letting people know how much i love(d) you then i regret nothing.

everyone should know my name, not just your neighbors..


[day #3: sweet talk week]

the newness...

you had on a gray dress. i remember, because it wrapped around you so perfectly. with a gray sweater and flats. i remember thinking this woman is amazing. simply amazing. i felt the butterflies swarming around my stomach, i started sweating, and getting nervous. it's not usual to see an angel in broad day light. but there you were, just standing there. looking like a million...billion...trillion dollars. all i could do is stand there and stare.

that's when i knew i was born to love you. it was the first time i saw you. and you left me speechless...

as i struggled for words, i'm sure i looked foolish. you completely blew my mind. i couldn't see, think, or even walk straight. i didn't know what beauty was, until that moment. and i wanted to stay in that moment forever...

 hey..hey...hay....

i can't get enough of hitting you up. texting. sexting. calling. emailing. writing. gchatting. tweeting. bbming (and i don't even have a blackberry). i just miss you. and yes, it's only been 4.32 minutes since we last spoke. saw one another. were together. but seconds away from you feel like hours. hours like days. days like weeks...i'm anticipating that beep, chirp, ring, "you got mail", letter..anything...i just gotta know you're thinking of me like i'm thinking of you. in fact my heart is beating triple time right now. remembering the sweet taste of your kiss. the way you run your finger across my lips before you kiss me. teasing me with your softness. i feel a tingle with every touch, fireworks with every kiss, connected with every look. you see right through me, and i  l-o-v-e  that.

i can't get enough of you. feeling you close to me. it's like a blanket fresh out of the dryer when i wrap my arms around you. all warm, soft, scented so gentle. i inhale you like the air and breath you like steam. because you set me on fire. every inch of my body is ignited with passion when i'm with you. from the curve of your neck to the small of your back, my lips and hands stay busy trailing across your body. you are so perfect. flawless. incredible...

but it's not just your outward beauty that astounds me. you have a kind heart and a beautiful mind. your intellect attracts me. those references to novels, biographies, world events...that's sexy. your dreams, aspirations, experiences..i want to hear them all. it's rare to find all the qualities you want in one woman. you embody all the things i need in my life. i pray that this love last forever, and it's not just the newness....


[day #2: sweet talk week]

i can be that guy...

oh that's sexy huh?..

that's what you like?..

i may not be cut. i may not have unsymmetrical pecs like him. i don't have a horse. nor will i ever smell like old spice. but i can be that guy.

i may be light skin. i'm more like a cuddly teddy bear than a gladiator.i might get rejected for being too short from riding rides at six flags...but i can be that guy.

i may not be drama free..like your ex (by the way, how did that go?). i may not get along with your friends. your parents might not like me. but i can be that guy.

i'm not a prince. i never slayed any dragons. never climbed any towers saved any damsels in distress. but i can be that guy.

i don't wear a suit to work everyday. in fact i only wear suits to weddings, funerals, the occasional party, and court dates. but i can be that guy.

what guy? 

yanno, that guy. the guy you've always dreamed of. 

just close your eyes. imagine the guy of your dreams. imagine all those bulging muscles. imagine him in that suit that fits...just right. imagine him towering over you (yes, even with your heels on). imagine that chocolaty goodness that makes your mouth water. now take off his clothes. and imagine his 4 inches of manliness. things aren't always "packaged" as they seem.

open your eyes. 
i want you to look at me. 
really look at me.

i don't wanna sell you a dream. i want to make your dream a reality. i can be that guy.

the one..who isn't afraid to love you. the one who isn't afraid to show you affection. the one who listens to you. the one who'll protect you, open your door, carry your bags. the one who supports you: your dreams, your wants, & holds your hand during everything. the man who'll give up all his worldly possessions, because what he wants with you doesn't end on earth.. i can be that guy who will love you like no other. that guy who will marry you. the guy who'll help you create & raise beautiful children. that guy who will buy you that house with the picket fence. the guy who will pray with you, will cry with you, will hold you till everything is better. i want to be the guy that when you look at him, all you see is forever.

i can be that guy.



[day #1: sweet talk week]

sweet talk week...

i'm labeling this "sweet talk" week. all week i'm gonna touch on a different love subject. 

just a warning for you love haters.  

*starting monday sept. 6, 2010