Introduction

Hello everyone, my name is Lashuntrice Bradley and I'm a journalism student at Florida A&M University. I originally created this blog for a class assignment but I have now decided to do some blogging. Blogging is the "in thing," right??


I've written a couple a short stories and some poems. Some of what I have written has come from dreaming of what could happen and some of it has been based on my life. I don't think of myself as one of the best writers because I still have a lot to learn but I'm not bad at it either.

So, for those future readers, I'd like to start you off with a poem that obviously comes from the imagination. I wrote this poem for the man that will one day come into my life and captivate my soul. The poem may seem a little erotic but just think a little deeper and you'll get it.

So, are you ready?? Well, here it goes.

TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED


TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED
Wandering when the day will come
That he will see me undressed
Layer after layer of clothing coming off
Layer after layer of clothing that's been weighing me down
Keeping me with sad eyes
Keeping me with a frown
Imagining myself stripping for him
Just wanting him to see the real me

SAD, MISERABLE, AND LONELY
Just wanting the pain to go away
Just wanting him to hold me
Feel me, touch me, grab me, kiss me
Wanting him to be all up on me
Thinking he's the cure to my pain
Thinking he's the one that will stop the rain
So imagining stripping for him
Hoping he'll like the real me

YOUNG, IMATURE, AND INEXPERIENCED
Afraid, but curious of what the world has in store
But knowing whatever I do it's my choice
Just the thought of him gives me butterflies
Wandering if he'd have me so high I'd be touching the sky
To be or not to be
To approach him or not to approach him
Just standing on the sidelines
Imagining myself with him
Hoping he'll like the real me

WATCHING, WAITING, AND CONCENTRATING
Waiting for the right time
When he'll be mine
Seeing him in front of me
Talking to me, hugging me
Holding me oh so closely
He's feeling...

TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED
Cause he's been sad, miserable, and lonely
Just waiting for the day he could hold me
Feel me, touch me, grab me, kiss me
Just the feel of his hands caress me
Kills me oh so softly
He is...

YOUNG, IMMATURE, AND INEXPERIENCED
Unsure of what he wants
But willing to see if what he wants is me
So he sits back in a chair
And watches as I undress
Layer after layer of clothing coming off
Layer after layer of clothing that's been weighing me down
Revealing myself to him
That shy and quiet me
The fun and energetic me
The me that's willing to fulfill his every fantasy

AWAKE, DISTRAUGHT, AND HOPING I HAVEN'T BEEN CAUGHT
Feelings for him still intact
But my fantasy of him nobody knows
Until that day
That I strip for him
Layer after layer coming off
His hands caressing me
And killing me so softly
Guess I stay
Tired, stressed, and depressed
While layer and layer of clothing
Keeps me dressed
Copyrited 2007 by Lashuntrice