This is an open letter to every man

I've ever slept with

dealt with

exchanged sweat with

formed back of head into shapes carved out in pillows with

you may not get it,

this poem is more about me, than you

from the first time, to the last time

the only time my life has changed, was when I was with you

each action a soul shaking...ok maybe not

each time a earth quaking...ok maybe not

each time a spine tingling...ok maybe not

each time a lesson in intimacy...ok

you know,

in to me I see

this is not a letter telling you that to again

Shorty swing my way,

or even that one last fling will do

nor is it a warning for you to get tested,

you, just happen to be a part of my history

I choose to pay a moment of homage to

a moment of silence to

a God I thank you...even tho

God ain't really had NOTHING to do with the

sin we was messed up in, but, I digress and

I know the most I can do is wish you the best, for many our

7 years connect has left, but for the very few that are left

I think you'll see, the woman I was is not the woman I have grown to be

and honestly, I'm thankful for you

that hip twirl thing you used to do...the music of romance you know, the TWO LIVE CREW

the look of lust in your eyes, and the hands that landed in the same place every time, I thank you

for making me voice my likes and dislikes cause as Jill says, "I like what I like"

and I got that way because of you...thank you.