BAE-Watching a cure for low energy!

I’ve been so restless lately with feelings of intense indescribable constriction and restriction! I haven’t had a lot of fun this year. Last year was wild, fun and energetic!  I let go and let loose! That’s it, I have been feeling pent-up, frustrated because everyday life has gotten pretty bland and my womanly energy is low.

I’m in the mood to play!!!! I’m in the mood to use my full feminine power and wrap men around my fingers. I use my powers for good!  Yet it’s been a while since I let myself be wild and free. I’m remembering the lost art of flirting…..I used to flirt with men all the time and I just realized I stopped doing it on a consistent basis. Why? Because, I’ve been too busy in my head to even look up let alone let loose, my focus has been on my goals and my plans that I forgot how flirting with men energizes me.

 

Studio portrait of young man --- Image by © Bernd Vogel/Corbis

What the hell is going on? This is the first year, I haven’t had a lot of men around me. Hmmm, not good. I’ve always had lots of male company, male associates and male friends. And I’m not talking about sexual relationships, I’m talking intimate relationships where men rub my feet, wash my hair, paint my toes, bathe me, rub me down with lotion or oil-put my pajamas on and put me to bed, scratch my dandruff, feed me,cook for me, party with me, protect me, make me laugh, talk to me, kiss me, massage me, work out with me and hug me when I’m sad or happy!

In the beginning of the year, I took an inventory and realized that some where along the journey I had lost my natural rhythm and had began to settle for less than I was used to by the men in my life. After my analysis I gave notice to the men in my life of the change in terms of our agreements and rules for engagement, starting from my father on down sum I fired, others I put on time out, and a select few I speak to briefly and check in with.

Apparently, I had not fully thought out my plan of action once the new rules were in place. I realized the error of my ways as I did a favor for an associate and filled in for her and let me tell you I dawn near forgot just how fine men were. I had not seen this many fine men in one place, in all shapes, sizes, height, skin color, hair textures, races, cultures, ethnicities and varied accents in a year.

For five days, I watched this dreamy French fine ass Cat daddy (he was James Bond Fine) so in shape, fit and cut-up , I’m sure I could have laid all my thick juicyness on his back while he did push-ups with ease. I saw so many FINE men from the Middle East, my eyes danced with jubilee and if more than a few of them had reframed from speaking  I swear you would have mistaken them from FINE ASS  Daquans, Tariqs and Nates from the hood…..I’m just saying.

There were two Young Hot half Asian, half white boys, I would just stare at and not even pretend to look away when they caught me staring. And let’s not forget the older Brotha with the cinnamon, dipped in honey complexion, who would lightly rub his fingers tips in my palms as I gave him his belongings. On my last day, he looked me in the eyes and said,” I’m looking for a wife.” I thought to myself, ” Hey now!” I would have been excited had I been looking for a husband but I already been on that plantation…..umph!

It’s been a while since I put the tip of my nose on the side of men’s neck and whispered, (it could be a perfect stranger) ” You smell good!” and then walk away. I love to use my index finger to call a man over to me and then make a request of him.

 

 

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