Thoughts of the Day with your Hostess with the Mostess Donna Smith: July 2013

Sometimes he stays too long,
sometimes he comes not at all.

Sometimes he plays with your heart,
sometimes he listens to its beat.

Sometimes there's laughter,
sometimes there's tears.

Sometimes quality time is spent,
sometimes the quality of time is none.

Sometimes, the mind connects,
sometimes, the mind wanders towards another.

Sometimes he touches the depths of that soul,
sometimes, he searches for his own soul.

Sometimes, the love making is on point,
sometimes he dives in like you're just another f#@k!

Sometimes, you are the most beautiful creature in his life,
sometimes, your looks despise him!

Sometimes, you're paying bills together,
sometimes, you're burning candles across from one another.

Sometimes you pray together,
sometimes, you have to pray for a brotha~

Sometimes your love seems like eternity,
sometimes, your life with him seems like a joke!

Sometimes, he drinks to love you,
sometimes you sober up just to deal with the cruel realty that he doesn't love you!

Sometimes, all this s@#t is not worth your time,
sometimes, you can't stomach life without him~

Sometimes, you just sit, pray and wait,
sometimes your answer was there all along,

BUT sometimes you didn't listen~

"Sometimes"/by Donna Smith (Lady D) copyright 07/07/2013

“That Hot Box of Smoldering Heat!”

That Hot Box of smoldering heat!
You can feel that heat from more than 100 feet.
She brushes by you, her twitch will befriend you.

Yes, that hot box of smoldering heat!
Her sexy smell of hotness as she sways your way.
Thighs of thunder,
Hips of robust roundness,
Lips of pucker and juicy delight.
Nipples of hard erotic electric arousal pointing your way!

That Hot box of smoldering heat!
Your mind says go get it!
Perhaps take it!
As you’re thrusting it, you knock that bottom out of it!

Yes, it’s hot, melting with the intensity and anticipation!
My goodness, she’s blazing!
On fire for you, your manhood, your sweet meat, your ability to send her swaying.

Yes, that hot box of smoldering heat!
Pleasure,
Pleasing,
Pouncing,
Pressure points
of personal arousal.
Right there,
Yeah, there…..here!
Come inside now………she shakes....her knee caps try to meet one another, but somehow can not, as he's bridged between the middle.
He now enters that hot box of smoldering heat~

"That Hot Box of Smoldering Heat!"/Donna Smith (Lady D)/copyright 07/07/2013