The Power of Sexy....

I think men overlook the power of making a woman feel sexy.

I don't mean the I'm trying to get into your pants sexy, but the every thing you do is sexy and it just makes me want you- all of you sexy. There is a difference.


I always have songs that take me back to a certain period in my life. "Umbrella" reminds me of walking across the bridge in London of '07. "Slow Down" brings me to the end of my freshman year of college. Tonight Maxwell's "Bad Habits" came on and I came back to a time... The song playing on the car speakers. The phone earbud in my hear. One hand on the steering wheel and the other... well let's just say it was occupied. 13 miles from his home. Long drive. I'm imagining him, imagining me, doing what he tells me. And I can see it in my head. I can see how sexy he finds me. How my voice changes the pace of his breaths. Flash backs to late nights, different cities, video chat. Lights, camera, action.

I walk into the door and he's ready. I'm ready. I watch him watch me and I want him. All of him. And he wants me. All of me. The curve of my breast, the beat of my heart, the sound of my voice, the softness of my lips, and my taste. He wants more than just my pants and I get it. I get it and I want to give it. Nothing like a man who makes you feel sexy, uninhibited, and just ready.

Crazy to think someone that I had no feelings for could do so much for me. I would love to tell him thank you- but you know how those things go.