What's The Book About?

My Heart Says This is a novel, traveling the familiar line
between love and hate, at the same time tight roping the
invisible line between heartache and insanity. It is a is a psychological, heart wrenching, mind boggling, contingency of
events. Filled with relatable characters, unbelievable drama, spit out your drink
situations, spicy lovemaking, hair pulling and murder, you are sure to be stuck
to the pages and canceling your plans, for a night in to finish My Heart Says

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Mr. John Doe

 Mr. John Doe

Intoxicated by the thought of you. Catching my breathe as I close my eyes and vision you.
 I want you.
Losing my focus with mental images of you.
 Smart man, good man, black man, strong man, kind man, fun man...
A man's man that knows love.
 That knows God and God knows him. A man hugged by the sun, just as myself.
 A man that reflects in my mirror.
I want that, I need that, I deserve that, I am that...
 A new found freedom can bring confusion. The heart just wants to be wanted. The flesh just wants to be held. The mind...gets drowned out...That's the battlefield.
He's vain; he thinks this is about him, and he thinks this is about him. Oh, (Ha Ha) look...him...over there...he thinks this is about him.
 But see now...
You know exactly who you are.
We connect, on a different level. Our psyche matches.
Even if a borderline and a few cities apart...I can feel you.
What if I read the signs all wrong? What if there is a flip side?
You could not want me...you could be sexually magnified to me, but feel empty intellectually.
 You may not be tuned into me at all.
 I'd rather follow what I feel in my soul. I'll believe that she is correct from the start.
Cupid didn't miss...
My eyes lock on you, my body says go, my heart says you have to tell him,
my soul says move slow.
I do, I move, I'm trying. But its scary!
 I don't want my place stolen...if I have a place.
 Such a risk, putting my heart on the line like this.
He wants me...Even though he didn't.
He loves me...He told me. He's nice. He's kind. He's sweet. He's cute.
 But...he's not you.
 He's not you!
 I want you.
 So I have to pray. Pray for guidance, balance, love, understanding and peace.
And through God, we will be connected!
 Me and You.
 Whomever you are!
 I desire God, so I have him. I need him, he supplies the air I breathe. 
And through him I am granted, if he sees fit, the desires of my heart, in due time!
 I want you. I told him.
Therefore my faith tells me to trust, and if he and I can agree, and the angels sing,
so will our hearts
 Together Forever!
Love Mrs. Doe

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Excerpt From My Heart Says This~ The Invisible Line Between Heartache and Insanity...

... “Take it off.” He commanded, pulling on her dress. “Take it off for me,” she purred, as she started to plant soft kisses on his neck. “I want to watch you.” he whispered in her ear.  He slouched on the patio chair and watched as Chelsea slid one strap and then the other over her shoulders, and down her chest, exposing her perfect c cups. Her caramel complexion was glimmering from the reflection of the moon, and he was growing stronger than he could stand. Chelsea let the dress fall to her ankles, Camron dropped to his knees and buried his face in between her legs, he sucked and tugged with his lips at hers through her panties. She held his head tight pushing him in harder. He pulled her panties down her legs with his teeth and then stood up, “Touch your toes.” He told her as he bent her over and without warning plunged his manhood deep inside of her. Chelsea sent out the most lustful scream, Camron could have filled her with every drop of what he had right then, but he held his composure and slowed his groove. “You like that baby?” he asked her softly, spreading his legs angling himself to hit her G-Spot perfectly, “Shit… Yessss.” Chelsea groaned, her knees weakened but he held her up and continued to plunge in and out of her. He picked up her weakened body and carried her to the couch that sat on the patio and laid her down, he spread her legs wide and looked into her eyes as he tasted the inside of her peach again delicately. Chelsea’s body bucked with each thrust of his soft tongue, “Yessss, Camron.” She moaned. He stood and Mr. Johnson greeted Chelsea’s lips, she happily glistened his good ole friend, Camron roared, his toes curled and his knees weakened. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, he grabbed Chelsea’s cheeks and pulled her off, “Wait baby, not yet.” He told her, pulling her up and kissing her. He turned her around and bent down to lift one of her legs and then the other onto the couch, he got onto his knees and plunged his self into her again, smacking her ass and holding on to it tight. Chelsea screamed out with passion again, “It’s been way to long baby.” She cried out.  “Tell me you love me girl.” He groaned through his teeth. “I love you.” She moaned. “I love you!” she cried out, as she felt him swell inside of her. “Yes.” Camron groaned loudly, as he squeezed her ass, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his toes curled and he bucked as he pulled out of her and exploded.  Chelsea looked back and watched as he pumped his love all over her. Sweat dripping down his face, he leaned over and kissed her, “Thank you.” She told him, as they rested on each other’s forehead, breathing heavy. “You’re welcome.” He told her.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Lonely Fools

Lonely Fools 

A lonely fools search for love, is long and hard...They've yet to see...loneliness is not the issue.

Lonely fools search for love...forgetting to search within themselves; viewing things and people with the eyes of their world, rather than the eyes of their soul.

A lonely fools search for love becomes easier as they pray. After a few or several tries, they see that God gives you what you pray for, only to show you that he always has the best road... Sometimes what you want, isn't what you need...
Lonely fools fight too hard against loneliness...
They don't value the beauty of being alone...
Are they really "alone"...
The word says that we are never alone, and The Most High created the word...

Therefore, the battle of a lonely fool is a waste of precious time...
Time that could be spent alone... with The Most High
A Lonely Fool is never lonely...

Love, Be Peaceful & Search For Truth! 
Shaniqka T.