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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Connecting our Minds


This is the continuation of my previous post "Take Me To The Woo"

You know that question, what is your ideal man/woman? I’ve never been able to answer it properly. I’ve been saying nonsense
like…

He must be at least 6ft tall and have some flesh on his bones.
He must be nice, funny, confident, blah blah blah…


Now I realize that all that is nonsense. MY ideal guy has to have one thing…the ability to telepathically receive my mind
messages.

Yeah I said it. Telepathy is the key to my heart.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want him to be able to read my mind at whatever time he feels like. Nope. I want him to be able to receive those messages that I silently send. I don’t know if it’s just me but I love to send mind messages. The only sad thing is currently I haven’t found a boy who can receive them. This might start to sound creepy so let me enlighten you because I’m almost positive I’m not the only one who does it. In fact it’s a pretty widespread thing.

It’s the messages you send when you want him to reach for your hand and pull you close to his side as you walk down the street. It’s the messages you send when you want him to tell you about his day without you having to ask first. It’s the messages you send when you want him to just lie beside you and read while you read something else. It’s those messages that sound cute in your head but you fear will push him away if you open your mouth and say them. Things are always much cuter/sweeter/nicer in thought than in actuality. It’s the messages you send when you want him to get the heck out of your face but you lie and say it is alright. Those are the messages I’m talking about.

Of course, telepathy isn’t a proven fact and until then I will be a pessimist and say no one will ever receive my messages. In the mean time I’ll ask for something more possible and because I can find no better way to creatively put it, I’ll use the words of my friend (a poet) to illustrate what I think it means to woo a mind. So here goes…

I just wanna SEX YO MIND

Gat me wanting to violate a tollbooth cos the figure of your thought is just that FINE

Is it alright if I get a little touchy momma?...cos the naked truth is, I just wanna undress yo mind

Allow me to hit your aspirations from behind over and over again and watch it climax into reality

Pardon me but uh...I jst wanna point out and then finger your ideas, get em all moist and wet , then let em flow like a river my dear

Right now ma mind's staring at yours like "damn I'd like to get with that"

"Together we'd birth ideas that'll be dope....so dope people would say it could be crack"

"So be ma high and if you let me, Imma be yours"

"Round1 Round2 Round3....and then an encore"

Let ma thoughts flirt with yours...that's all you gotta do

Cos you see, I'd flirt with a pretty lady but I'd wife a good attitude

This may be more than the mental equivalent of some bump and grind

Thoughts on thoughts, psychological intercourse....we rubbing minds

Sam Ama

And no, the poem is not literal.

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