Moscato, Me and You……

as I crave you- long for another touch from you- I will sip my Moscato as I drift off and think about you- I will use my glass to caress as I pretend it is you- Moscato, me and you sounds like a party for two- closing my eyes and thinking about the last time I laid next to you- how our bodies became one and I released every juice I owned due to kisses and touches given to me by you- your body complimenting mine- our tongues lock and combine- knowing what I’m thinking because each one of my moans tells you to do it just one more time- Moscato, me and you sounds like a party for just us two- sounds like my body is in need of you- sounds like my body is calling you- as I sit here undressed with nothing but a robe on my hands tend to lose focus and my breasts they start to caress- as my nipples sit up high at attention- my womanhood gets wet as I use my imagination with you to mention- each touch of my body long, soft, slow, and sweet- I fully play back all the things you do to me- as I reach further down to my womanhood I sip on my juices mixed with Moscato and its damn good- spreading my legs further apart just thinking back when I used your tongue like a joy stick to keep them at a perfect arch- as you hold me tight while you lick my clit- erotic love making was another one of your magic tricks- bending me backward and forward- slow grind as I start to unwind- making my body jerk- I begin to release thinking about the last time my body put in work- becoming a horse jockey- you tap my backside as if this was a magic ride- Moscato, me and you- I think I need another glass because I want to enjoy this thought as I give new meaning to the juice is lose- Sipping and releasing not knowing what has come over me- the thought of you makes my legs shake and my head spin- For now I will have to put this on pause because this river I own seems to not want to end- This Moscato is something special- But for now this erotic dream will have to do and maybe next time it won’t just be Moscato, me and you but the caption will read Moscato, me on top of you………….

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

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Debate

sparking a debate is what I have been blessed to do- saying something once but it gives several different points of view! – having the ability to be controversial then turn around and be deep -just to remind you that baseless is not who or what I am so make sure to remind yourself of that when referencing me – I can make you hate me then turn around and love me- leaving you confused on which emotion to show before you even approach me – I speak on the less fortunate- I speak on reality- so please don’t ask me to water down what message God has given to me- Please don’t expect a censor when reading anything written by me- If you don’t want the truth then step to the side so that our paths never meet- because I know with my wordplay pissed off is what you will be – I sit back and see my growth not only as a person, but as a writer- I started doing this as a child and now I get questions like what inspired her- at first it was sheer boredom, class being beneath me because the bullshit they were teaching wasn’t beneficiary to me- then life started to happen and a lot confused me- then I saw behind the scenes of how the government treats people who look like me- I started to open up and see that their religion was to keep people in line that resembled me- I started digging deeper to figure out who truly represents me- Once I woke up it was on from there because now they can’t fuck with me excuse my language its just the passion in me- I had to go back and re-teach my kids and un-brainwash them for they are a product of me- they are my reflection- I had to wake them up because they are the key! – Now they look for answers to questions that supersede me- Now they see that this life, this country, the legal system is not built for them- its built to kill those and destroy those who look like their father and me! – healthy debate, friendly conversation relations, opening up their minds and going back in time- dissecting each line in my rhyme – mama deep – mama spit that real shit- be careful kids the older generation still walk around like zombies because they fear that real shit-calling me crazy, disrespectful, out of touch, and belligerent- I’m not disrespectful its called no longer remaining IGNORANT!- stay open, stay awake- challenge your cipher to a friendly debate-if your crew consists of yes men kick them to the curb because they will cross you faster than the white man- either you can remain sleep or begin to awake- its up to us to teach each other, but for some reason instead of working together we decide to kill each other- I can’t stand niggas they truly are beneath me I can’t wait for niggas to die so that black folk can get a piece- if that last line offended you that shows your ignorance- that shows your growth- and how deep your level of thinking- because last time I checked nigga is not my name and I only converse, birth, and attach myself to kings and queens……………………………………………..

 

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

Just Wondering….

not understanding what’s going on with this generation of women since when did it become ok to be an option?- its funny oh I’m his secret or I’m sleeping with her man and its funny in the beginning, but its no longer funny when you catch feelings for this man- will he leave her for you?-maybe he wont and maybe he will, but if he does you will always wonder the same way I got him will I lose him due to a cheap thrill??- you see the thing about Karma she doesn’t care if you change  your life- she has no expiration date- so in the midst of the bs you should always think twice- so called friends making you feel good about your worthless decisions- if he really loved her he wouldn’t be sleeping with me is the thing that rings out so much- no if he loved himself he wouldn’t lead you both on!- it has nothing to do with how good you are in bed- it has everything to do with his insecurity but the woman that he believes he loves he doesn’t want to leave- are you her?- probably not!- once you show a man who you really are good luck on becoming his spouse!-  babies being born and not being wanted– this trend, this cycle, it has to stop because the only one getting hurt is the person who wasn’t even a thought- its funny and its all fun and games but it gets serious and sometimes this becomes a dangerous or deadly game- songs promoting infidelity- what happen to songs saying baby please don’t leave?- now you fine with just being the weekend?- its women like me who have it hard because as long as its trifling sluts not caring and just waiting for a man to get hard- there will never be a happy home, house, or any of the above- just a bunch of games being played until someone taps- ladies your body is or should be your temple- why be anybody’s option?- you make his choice so simple!- be his door mat, be his on call, but how long are you willing to just be a piece of ass while his woman and/or family is at home?- as a woman know what you posses- your worth more than your hips, lips, and thighs, that box that you hold on to is more than just a prize! – what makes a woman sexy is not how wet she can be-its her intellect because any real man is not going to settle down with a used piece of ass- his mission in life is to find a woman that completes his everyday sentence which is………………………..can she or will she complete me?

 

By: Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

Confused

everyday same routine, but I keep a smile on my face but deep down I’m hurting- not knowing what my next will or shall be- Come on God I know I wasn’t put here for somebody to control me??- I know you didn’t give me this talent for somebody to pull the strings for me!- I sit here day in and day out- each day I clock in and clock out- not what I want to do but its what I have to-Shit I got a family to feed- so not only am I looking at myself they are also looking at me- I depend on me, they depend on me- it all boils down to me, but I ask, God I say that to say this what else do you have for me??- I’m your daughter and you told me to depend on thee, but in all seriousness this routine day to day life is not what you had in mind for- you gave me this gift, but what is your calling for me??- what is your purpose for me???- why can’t I figure out what you have in store for me??- why am I wrecking my brain for a company or a JOB that doesn’t satisfy me or care about me??- I know I got bills but shit I got a plan and it doesn’t include somebody telling me how to do me!- I got this gift, but can’t figure out how this can work for me!- Own my own, start my own, that’s what’s in store for me, but in the meantime and in between time I’m going to clock in and clock out until I can break out and do what’s best for me- I want to live life and see things- I want my legacy to mean something- not just oh she was a hardworker- not just she got up and did what she had to do- I want that dash in the middle of my beginning and end to mean something not just she had nothing better to do!-  I don’t do hand outs or somebody taking care of me- I’ve been taking care of me since a teen now its time I live what I dreamed- Generational wealth is what I foresee, but how do I achieve it?- God you told me be faithful, Universe you told me what I put out I get back, and Mother Nature you nurtured me- Now with my eyes filled with tears tell me what more do you have for me?- Too shy to get on stage, but my rhymes will make people never skip a page- I’m political with a pen and my number 2 choo choo can write down and profess the darkest of sins- so God I ask, Mother Nature I come to you,  Universe I put this out here- What more do you need for me to show you??????????????????????

 

Sincerely,

Confused

 

 

By: Brittany “BossLady” Johnson