Hello all...still loving God with all my heart, soul, mind, and life and it has changed me for the better. It's amazing to feel God's hand in your life! ANYWAY,YOUR GIRL EBBY IS 35 now, a little more settled...I'm still a busy woman but I'm enjoying life more.I SING GOSPEL MUSIC, I AM A FASHION DESIGNER WHO FITS PLUS SIZED WOMEN,(NO MORE FLOWERS AND POLKA DOTS!! DANGIT!). I AM A VOCAL COACH WHO WORKS WITH SOLOISTS, GROUPS, AND CHOIRS, JUST TO NAME A FEW. AND THIS YEAR I AM IN KINGDOM BUSINESS SO THOSE OF YOU THAT WANT TO FINE TUNE YOUR GIFT, HIT ME UP...
HOW I LIVE:PRIMARILY I DO ALL I NEED TO DO IN 1 DAY, A DAY AT A TIME AND PRAYERFULLY SEEK STRENGTH FOR THE NEXT ONE AND HOW TO BE BETTER AND STRONGER
THE BASS
As you gasp for your last breath, he creeps through the crowd, commanding his entourage of the highs, snares and melodies, silent but so deafeningly loud. Hot like fire, still cold as ice. His eyes engulfed me standing there hot, bothered...relentlessly enticed. Flashbacks of every dark-skinned brotha in that dark corner of the stage that strummed me to sleep, chewin` on that toothpick! But he,in the middle of the dance floor, never stood me up. Never...left me hangin` when the dj slowed it down to pump that old Kieth Sweat. My heart beat against his "Make It Last Forever" and as he held me his voice boomed against my lips "How Deep Is Your Love?" while he wipes the sweat from my brow...from my neck. He`s there, on a Saturday mornin`, killin me softly by the radio. He`s got what I need like Mario. His love takes me higher like D`Angelo. Feelin` my pulse in my touch, he already knows that he ignites that burn in my thighs when I drop it like it`s hot...and he`s the one that got that jerk in my waist everytime I...Hol` up...I think my butt gettin` big! You laughin` but his love is never in passin`. Music blastin`...his voice thumps "I Love You!" from his friend`s car. I give him the look like "See you later", as I reminisce about the night before, only to hear him a few hours later, coming through my door. He can hear my love pumpin` through my viens like a subwoofer. Vibrations spill on the floor as his fingers snap us naked. He bellows measured but pleasured obscenities in a sweet "A" flat in my ear. He says...come to the floor, baby, shake it for ME...only me.
AND THERE IT IS! IF YOU LIKE IT SNAP YOUR FINGAAAAZ!! LOL (for the hypocrite police...this was written back in the day)
Now Playing..."You Love Me, ft. Kierra Sheard" by Karen Clark Sheard - Compliments of: ATLGospel
