There’s something daring about holding eye contact because it’s no longer a “my eyes fell on you by accident”, but rather something else.

…I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.

Get the best you can out of every situation until it’s time to leave.

Date someone who gives you chills just by the way they look into your eyes

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.

There’s something about being in the presence of a gentleman that just has me on my toes and stroking my collar bones. From their strength and masculinity to their compassionate polite mannerisms. Their sharp suits and shape ups, their bearded smiles. Their intellectual conversations mixed with wit and banter. Their elegance and finesse, the scent of their cologne. Their drive and ambition, their work rate and hustle. How they treat their superiors and inferiors. How they treat other brothers, other people within their community, how they treat their family. Their way of protecting you, holding and consoling you and most importantly, their dedication towards their spirituality. You’ll know when you’re in the presence of a gentleman, because you’ll find yourself encouraging the urge to become a better woman.

She was the kind of girl that liked driving fast And being undressed slowly She loved finding notes on the dresser And tasks that made her bite her lip She loved going out to eat with her gentleman And staying in to be eaten by her wolf She loved finding her bags already packed And being cast as the star of his adventures She loved all night drives and walks in the country And not caring where she left her panties She loved her baths, oils and silks But was truly at home with the scent from his shirt She loved dazzling him with her creative successes And how his wicked texts drove her to distraction She liked being fiercely independent But moreso the bliss she found serving the one she loved

Life.

This is amazing