I Like The Way You Talk To Me

I’ve said it once, and I’ll continue to say it. There’s no better way to get my motor running than meeting a woman capable of expressing herself to me. Now I’m not talking about the “I love you … I’m mad at you … why won’t you talk to me” type of stereotypical expression that most men (perhaps unfairly) have come to expect from women. This was different, as it inspired me to grab a pad and pen to test the limits of my own expressiveness.

That’s what love should do in my opinion. It not only inspires you to act on your own feelings, but also prompts others to act as well. Check out our featured fly poet below to see what I mean.

A Love Letter About Him…

Nothing even matters
but the touch of his hand
behind my head
supporting all of my ideologies, philosophies
vaguely written policies
all of which are broken by his love for me.
Nothing even matters
but his love, his legs
wrapped around mine
his breath on my spine
giving me strength, renewing my powers
enabling me to cause rivers to flow
storms to brew
passion
to seep into my soul
so it may feed
on the sureness of his truth.

You can visit this talented writer CeCe Clark by visiting her Twitter page here.

Fly Discussion: While expression is good, it does have its limits. Have you ever been scared away by a person who expressed themselves entirely too much? Or have you been the guilty party? Either way, tell me about it.