Sexual Repercussions

I understand the objective clearly. Learning your body till I master every curve, move, crevice of this statue I intend to worship delicately. I see no warning label, no caution sign yet I feel so enabling on the verge of exploring this embodiment without proper researching. Repercussions have left such an inquisitive glare in my thoughts. Should I taste you before succumbing myself to your every demand? Should I penetrate you with each deliverance as a means of getting through to you? Or should I turn you over and surprise that tiny hole of hope that consistently winks at me for attention? I can go on and on unwrapping my very own repercussions of you but frankly, I’m ready to do all the above with an implied incentive that only we’ll know together. *Wink*

– C.A. Thomas

“How do you know?”

The question I’ve always asked when it comes to life’s mysteries in everything we as people often wonder….. “how do you know?” For instance, how do you know when love strikes you? Is it identifiable, recognizable to spot a mile away? How do you know if your feelings are true and what you’re feeling is real? Could it be the investment established in someone worthy of time and anticipation? Or the idea of an alluding fantasy that quickly explains the importance of remaining honest to reality? How do you know if marriage and having a family is the ideal art of posting on a wall for memorization? How do you find the words to explain who you truly are? Because simple will always be complex to the ones who refuse to learn.

How do you know?……. something to ponder on.

– C.A. Thomas

Changes & Chances

Should a chance come about to bring forth change? Does it begin with your name that’s carried in vain, fulfilled with such desire and animation that no one could ever contain? Or is it change that subjects chance that many of us are in fear of being judged by others who are currently awaiting for something beautiful to transpire? Any change could be magnificent if we’re able to identify the chance that’s worth risking. Changes and chances are forever a feuding battle yet little do we realize the personal battle a victory. The ability to change has already won….. by simply taking a chance.

– C.A. Thomas

Georgetown’s Angel

Dedicated to The Family

RIP Johnnie Mae Carter… our Angel

North Kensington will never be the same. A left turn on East pulls you to the corner of North where a right turn is made. Slowly coming down a hill where children are seen playing, vehicles lined on the left side of the curb where laughter can be heard from afar. Curiosity is peaked, the car brakes are lightly pressed which stops in front of a warming smile with such welcoming. A woman of grace and integrity is seen surrounded by the very creations of love and compromising that solidifies her as the importance we’ve all have to come love. A warm feeling of being invited to a family filled with such laughter and memorable moments that’ll live with us all till the end of time. No goodbyes, no tears, no more pain, no more suffering. We all have our memories of you….. and that’s enough to understand that God needed you more.

You’re our angel,

Georgetown’s Angel

– C.A. Thomas

Love Mirror

We walk past a mirror frequently for either timely routines or self reflection. We rarely identify the love that lies beneath the very skin we claim to own. It takes projecting of other’s opinions to alter our very own perception of how we should love ourselves. A mirror is more than a projector, more than a view of what’s in front of us. It’s simply the reminder of how love is designed through every spectacle that we describe the moment another’s love enters our radar. What is the love mirror? Gazing through another’s soul with those identical thoughts neither person would hesitate in saying. Let’s become each other’s “Love Mirror”

– C.A. Thomas

Wedding Day Thoughts

I’m standing across from the prettiest bride in the room.

Holding hands with the most beautiful woman oh so soon.

Heart filled with enough excitement forever glooms.

She was indeed the one I decided to choose.

A vowed promise sealed with a kiss.

The bouquet she throws, her garter I remove you don’t wanna miss.

A lifetime of love, whipped cream in bliss.

We dance, we shake, we turn in every place.

Cutting our squares on the perfect wedding cake.

I’m the Mr. and she’s my Mrs.

I’d marry you all over again for a thousand kisses.

– C.A. Thomas

Perfect Sense (In a not so perfect world)

If love is the achievable for us all and if this choice we call “love” is our desire to fulfill then why do we suffer in making the attempt of loving another? We use our best efforts in reaching those of potential in hopes of not only delivering the best of our abilities, but the failure of reciprocation possibly hindering us in being afraid in establishing second or third chances. If you’re reading this of course it’ll make perfect sense to you but the realization is quite common…… in a not so perfect world caution possibly keeps us at ease in fear of objectifying the inevitable that keeps us correct in another’s intentions, instead of giving ourselves time to remain patient for the potential that our heartbreak and tears deserve.

We deserve no less than the best.

– C.A. Thomas