butterscotch dreams

i watch as you stroke me in all the right places, touch my heart with your smile and ignite my blood with the sense of your proximity.
i see myself through your eyes, dressed in nothing but passion.is that me, looking like a wild horse refusing to be tamed? i see you loving each curve and bump, marvelling at my butter scotch skin and savoring my brown sugar taste, running your arms down the arch of my back...
i dance with my inner being, and reach into my very centre for the strength to keep up with the revealation. i learn and speak a dialect that not even my mother would understand, and yet you respond,meeting my very needs. you press buttons only my maker could possibly have known about, and drive me to limits beyond any earthly speed.
i sound like a calm night and yet the wild beating of my heart could have accompanied the dance of an amazon tribe.
i met with my truest lover, my fantasies and dreams were but his stepping stones, the surreality of it all baffles me...as i wake up to the drumming of the rain drops on my window, i smile at the memory of my butterscotch dream....

by winnie Karungi

single

The funniest thing is that no one likes been single. but why do we lie to ourselves that we need people. what do u get in a relationship honestly...sex, companionship, security....what. Dont you think u can get all this from a friend with benefits. is this been immoral against Gods way of telling us to live i guess so. but been single i think is the best thing that can happen to someone u get to flirt, do anything  u feel like doing. do u feel alone after all this....

but i guess this is me been me confused........lol