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Anyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a Beyonce fan? UGH! NOT....with a passion..I can not STAND her. But when I was asking my friends to help me compile a list of "Get ya Freak On" songs for my IMEEM player..her song "Speechless" kept coming up so I decided to listen to it...

As I'm listening to the lyrics (and ignoring her airy vibrato which annoys me like crazy)...I started to think. Has any man EVER made me speechless? I mean literally took my breath away and made me forget the English language? Has any man made me want to stay up and wait on him all night long..just to make hot, sweaty sticky love to them?

The answer: No.

I hate to sound totally I guess I'll sound SEMI pessimistic and say...for me..that dude would have to be Hill Harper and a bunch of other sexy things wrapped in one for me to literally lose all function of my brain to where I couldn’t speak.Not saying it isn't impossible...I'm just saying this 29 year old woman has yet to experience that..EVER.BUT....I'd love to see how it feels just once.

Where I lock eyes on a man across the room and without saying a word we become a ball of chemistry and energy that with a single look can set the place on fire....Where nothing but our bodies speak their own language.....where I cant come up with a word to describe the incredible feeling (not all together sexual) that this person makes me feel.....I mean..not saying it'll happen....OR if I even WANT it to happen....or if it CAN happen.....

I'm just saying..To be "speechless"...what does it mean? Do our bodies talk and I not speak? DO you know my thoughts before I reveal them? Am I unable to muster the right words in every English and Romantic language to describe your sexy self???? I mean..what does it mean to be "totally speechless".

I'll never know..well..I won't say NEVER...I don't know as of right now.......But...I'd love to meet the man who would have me that way. NOT saying anything can happen...NOT saying it would............

I'm just saying.............any man like that deserves an award in my book....


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