S. Lynn Bryant

Wow he has my flipping and turning and doing acrobats in the air. He has me catching my breath, holding my breath, and screaming to the top of my lungs. Where does he get this energy? He is addicted to this crack and he keeps coming back for more. I laugh because he has that crack too. I won't tell him because his head shall be swollen. He is exciting and causes my mind to go to places I don't want to return from. He beckons for me and I go. His appetite is insatiable he is starving for me and my attention and I his. He is kind to me and listens to everything I say like he really cares. The thought of him causes me to float and forever have a smile. He is creative and imaginative and adventurous. He's smooth and creamy and has that serious look on his face at all times. The look that he means business and taking care of me is his job. To ensure optimum satisfaction that is no laughing matter. He...He...He is my smooth vanilla youngster fantasy.

Hard times are upon people and the people are speaking. They are mad. Mad that the President is not moving fast enough. They want and need recovery now. The people are saying why health care when we need jobs, If we had better jobs we could pay for our own health care. Then to top it all off gas is ever increasing. Gas or food for the family. Thank goodness for all the restaurants having value meals because that is what is feeding the people. I had a friend I talked to and this is what he was venting. He is self-employed, the bread winner, and he is upset. He is not even making half the money he use to and his family is feeling it. My words to him was hold on. Keep the faith. Everything will work itself out. He is the only black at the company he deals with and his is in agreement with the Whites. He says he is glad he has a black President but he is confused with his agenda. Hopefully there is a method to the madness of a poor economy. We just have to ride it out. I told him he has be

He sneaks into my dreams at night and plays with me. He is nice and sweet and chocolate. He stands about 6'4 and handsome as ever. He has a smile that will light up a room and a voice that will calm a storm. He inspires me to greatness. We laugh and tell jokes to one another. He makes me feel safe. He can only visit me in my dreams because he belongs to another. He searched for me in my dreams and found me. We are happy there. No one can disturb us. Our time is precious as long as I am asleep. When the alarm sounds I am angry at the ringing in my ears. As I hit the alarm to revisit him in our special place, he is gone. He can only come in my deepest of sleep. There he is mine and I am his. My chocolate dream lover who searched and found me. I wonder how did he get there. Is he sending his thoughts in the air. Does he dream of me his caramel lover who tells him he is beautiful and kind and I am glad he found me in my resting state. I cant wait to sleep to see what fun we have in sto