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xanga photos videos blogrings metros profiles   Sunday, August 23, 2009 Sacred Sex!!!!!   Sacred Sex!! Photo by Kevin "WAK" Williams I wish you could lay down your flesh and make love to me spiritually. As if Jesus himself were allowed to breathe through your body. I can feel his presence as you step close to me. My Body quivers with excitement, my spirit springs a leak. You go in to touch me and I forget how to breathe. Your hands possess glory, my body is relieved   You will never leave me nor forsake me, your eyes begin to tell. Your heart is pure and faithful, God’s love will never fail. For me you’d sacrifice deeply I see it through your skin. The power of God reigns, I can feel it deep within.   You step in closer and press your lips against mine. The glory from your spirit begins to trickle down my spine. You release me from my clothes as if you’re removing my sin. Your body penetrates my spirit,  oh the joy from within.   Love bears all things, for it is patient and it is kind. I feel the stress release as you hold me from behind. You kiss my neck softly, and my worries start to fade. My pipes begin to burst as you demolish the barricade.   OOOHHHH Hallelujah!   Glory be to thy name!   My body speaks in tongues. As your love begins to rain.   How great is God's gift, now that we are man and wife. God bless this union and purity of this night.   Jenine Ingram           ©J. Ingram2009 5:36 AM - 4 views - 2 eprops - 1 comment - email it Tuesday, November 18, 2008 Heya Strangers... XANGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What's crackalackin'... it's been like what a yr..... wow .. what has changed... For one... "I's Married now." lol... yes yes yes.. Me and Campbell soup tied the knot 8-8-08... It's been great.. Um.... I just got my tax id .. I'm starting my own Wash and Fold pick up and delivery laundry service... called Lite Loads---- We take a load off... lol.... I'm still workin' at Verizon at least until my business gets where I want and I can sit on my ass and collect a check.... Um.. haven't wrote poetry in a good little minute except for the pieces I put w/ my wedding invitations... i'll have to add them..... well hope u have all been good love u guys... Jenine.... 11:29 PM - 27 views - 8 eprops - 7 comments - email it Monday, March 10, 2008 Them F*ckers StOLe my Damn Car!!! (my hilarious terrifying weekend)   I know a lot of u received my AMBER ALERT about my car gettin' stolen... BUt u don't know the half... ok.. now look... I may be a G... but when i tell u I was scared straight... You have no  idea.. ok  .. now look this isn't suppose to be a funny.. but i'm keep it real like i always do.. and tell u about my horror to entertain u.. ok so Friday..... I was having the worst day ever.... People at my job were pissin' me off... I had just got back from Orlando and I was completely broke after I paid my bills... I was just in a real pissy mood nothing was going right...and if u know me... I bottle shit in so much that I have issue topped w/ issue topped w/ issue......So i get off work and I'm tired... I just want to take a bath and lay down.. I haven't said sh*t to Robert I'm just in a bad mood I just want to be left alone... and i get to my apartment.... and there are like a thousand balloons everywhere....not helium... oh no.... thats to classy..... straight hot breath ghetto style w/ notes written on them...  I was stunned ... because even though it was so little of a gesture.. It meant a lot...and I couldn't even say nothing... I was just grateful .. that I had my boyfriend you know.... Well maybe too grateful... So I start takin' pictures right....... Posted them on facebook. created a little album called " Romance and Fun 101" and was just boastin' about my little relationship. .. I been through so much shit... I wanted to flaunt being happy... I mean come-on.. I'm like the best male basher you know so it's time to sing some praises.. and give men credit instead of talking shit all the time..... So the next morning I wake up happy as hell ..complete 180 from the night before... get dressed .. ready to go to work... and Robert looks at me and says...... Baby...... Where's the car..... and I'm thinking to myself... awww... he's playin' another trick.. what did he do ... put roses in my car... so I look outside and......... that's funny... i parked right there... where the fuck is my..... "Babe... where is my car" ... " I don't know that's why i asked you.... where are your keys."  So I'm looking around and I always sit my keys in my chair.. No keys I'm kicking around balloons throwing pillows....... " I can't find my keys." ...."Well did you leave them in the door last night."  OH SHIT... I play a rewind and I unlocked my door saw the balloons and forgot to get my damn keys.. So now I'm pissed... I'm trying to act cool, but you know u be wanting to blame someone especially when u know it's your fault.... I guess I blamed the balloons....  i'm walkin' around mad w/ a knife just ... poppin' balloons like I'm oj.....HEATED.. do u hear me........  They got my housekey, my laptop, my new janet jackson c.d...  I'm so mad... I call my boss... and she's like... oh... do u need a ride to work then... What.... Bitch  I ain't comin' to work... didn't i just say they stole my car.. and they got my house keys... how the fuck am i suppose to lock up and come to work... just come home and have no furniture either... now.. I'm  kicking balloons around like I'm.david beckham... Just actin' like a pissed off 2 year old a chuckie cheese... waiting for the police... So the police gets there.... and the only thing this dude (white fat dude) keeps asking... Is if I had "BEEFS" with someone... and not beef but "BEEFS" with an S..The first time he said it I looked at Robert, as if I were asking " What the fuck is a "beefs"?The keys were in the door so even if i had this so called "beefs" that he speaks of..... they wouldn't have known I was going to leave my keys in the door that night...  So this is where the story gets scary ok...... I get to work and my coworker starts telling me that her van was stolen and they got it back in 2 days.. so i'm like ok great that's quick.... and then i ask...well ...what did they take...  she answers in a sweet non changing voice... oh  just the cd player and the seats....ERRRRRRRKKKKKKKKK... WHAT.???????????????????????????????.. THE SEATS???????????....HUH????.. Is there a musical chairs competition coming up that i don't know about. WTF?   So that night (tonight) we watching t.v. and the police call and say they found my car... and the keys...  and the only thing i can think about is... did they steal my seats.... I know they probably stole my laptop... all my cds... my 12" speakers.. my amp...  probably used all my gas... but the only thing i can think about is my fucking seats... I wanted to ask the police man, but i didn't want him to think i was crazy.. so i was just praying... Lord please let me have some seats. I was in the car ridin' to pick up my car and I was just trying to imagine how i was going to drive home if i didn't have seats... Do i act like a bike and ride standing up.. How was I gong to balance pressing the gas and seeing over the steering wheel without a seat. I can't sit on the floor.. I wouldn't be able to see. Should robert push the pedals and I steer.. or vise versa.. How the fuck am I going to pull driving from spring lake w/o seats... What if someone sees me am I suppose to laugh.. or be pissed off... what would they do w/ my seat... I'm scared as shit... my stomach is bubblin'... man what am i suppose to do.....  we pulled up I couldn't even look at my car... I just said.. " Robert.... do i have seats"... He looked at me like I was crazy as hell .. and he was like yeah u have seats... why the fuck wouldn't you have seats.."  He didn't understand my struggle. I thank God that they found my car and everything was still there.. even the seats... and I just wanna say.. we need to learn to appreciate the little things... because we need seats... and I took them for granted.. Be appreciative... Thank God for your seats.... Jenine "Lyrically ExPosed Hathaway 2:54 AM - 38 views - 6 eprops - 3 comments - email it Thursday, January 24, 2008 I'm Addicted to sex If ur readin' this to be judgemental get the fuck off my page... This is about to be some real talk.. And I made a vow to only write that real shit. So fuck u ... judge yourself... This is 4 real mutha fuckaz only Yo seriously I'm addicted to sex. Like even the word .. A DICK TED.. oh i meant addicted  fucks me up... I'm not sayin' I'm addicted to fuckin' a lot of people or I'm addicted to different partners.. I'm SAYING SEx... And Fuck a poem right now...Bitch I can't rhyme . my mind is so fucked up over this shit.. this is real talk.. Yo for real i have a problem....And I'm going to write about it because I know that some of u can relate I don't know if it's because I put myself through these periods where I go 6-8 months w/o and then when i finally get some i feel the need to make up for lost time.. Or maybe I'm still fucked up about the rape and i feel i'm "creating my worth"...  , maybe it's the scorpio side of me, or maybe i have a horny demon. I don't know ... but I have a fuckin problem... How do u know u have a problem..... Its not that u think about it all the time or different things remind u of sex.. Or u pick up the dirty meaning behind everything said... Nope that's not it.... Not even if u watch porn all day... jack off until your neighbors are banging on your door... Get wet or moist by hugs or bumpin' up against the counter wrong... lol.... that' still not it........ I knew i had a problem my junior year of college... i was sittin' in class and for some reason I got horny..... and this wasn't ur average horny this was ur ... I might do something stupid horny.... and I'm sittin' there... tappin' my pencil.. like feenin' like a fuckin junkie....i start scopin' out my class mates.. and then i get pissed cause i don't play the " Box of chocolate game" -  i.e. fuck new people cause u never know what ur going to get. I tend to stick 2 throwbacks ie exs. ( easier no emotional tithes).. & u already know what to expect.. But my exs.. are in different states now or in relationships so i realize that i'm not going to get any... so i just started gettin mad...  ..... not just mad but i'm fuckin heated... The teacher was talkin'about something... and i was just mean muggin' dude. and he looked at me and was like " Jenine r u ok." and I looked at him .... " Stood up" snatched my books off the table and was like " Man Fuck this" and walked out........ just went to the student center and just sat there.... pissed off..... And if u know me.... u have probably never seen me pissed off, I never get mad.... but there is one thing that will piss me off beyond control..... and that is being told no in reference to sex... And this was never an issue being single and my  home girl used to tell me about how her husband would say no... and i'm like " Ah bitch please ... u just need to give him head he'll come around.. or wear something sexy...blah blah blah" And it was up until my senior yr of college that i believed that worked .... until i was in a long term relationship...and he was pissed at something.. and he told me no... " EXCUSE ME NIGGA WHAT" - then the first thing we think of is... nigga do u know how many niggaz would take this p*^%4.... So i got real heated right.... but i was like stay cool yo.... stay cool.... he respects u ... he ain't all about the p(#$*5 ... that's good .. we know that the relationship has a foundation....  that worked for oh........ 5 seconds... then i'm like FUCK that......... get heated again..... " Alright.... stay cool stay cool ... Bitch think.... think mutha fucka think...alright... (inhales....exhales....) ... ok... I'll just give him some head... ." Yeah ... head works.. my little horny cheerleader says on my shoulder... " do it ... do it " she cheers....ok  i'll just give him head..... so i go to give him head ... and upppp.... he moves..... HUH!!!!!!???? " EXCUSE ME BITCH WHAT???? - so the first thing that goes through my mind now is....ok he's gay.. lol... i mean.. It's just not feasible for a man to say no... like ...why .. What is a valid reason.... I don't care if we had sex 3 times today... I'm horny again... and that's your job... GET ON IT......  i know that's fucked up but... it's like my p*$%@ controls me sometimes... it starts fuckin' w/ my blood, and my heart and shit. ... vision blurry.... throat dry...  ichy skin......... m ..u...s...t........ have... D .. i....C...K... LMAO!!! ... so anyways...NOW My anger is tip top shape... I mean I think I just got so mad.... i just sat there ... and I started transforming... I swear .... my arms started gettin bigger, my legs. my back ...shit my knee caps....  I started turning Green and shit.... Next thing I know..... I was the mutha fuckin' INcredible HULK out this bitch.... I start slammin' doors..... throwin' shit around.... Barkin' at dogs, Scarin' small women and children ( lmao) j/k.. no but for real.. I get so fuckin evil.. Yo them bitches on snapped cannot see me... I promise.... Then ... I'll be like whats wrong w/ me.... and start crying gettin' emotional like trying to make  myself think i'm worth more than sex, don't let it control me.... But secretly.. I'm like maybe if i'll cry he'll feel bad and we can have sex.... Like really..... I have a fuckin' problem...  If a nigga has never told u no.... trust and believe your day will come..I don't know who they think they are .... but we'll fix them.... They r trying to take the power away fom the coochie... STAY STRONG my sister.. I'm workin' on a cure... I haven't found one yet.... But i'm dedicated ... and i will ... but this shall be ... continued..... Jenine 2:53 AM - 75 views - 8 eprops - 4 comments - email it Monday, January 21, 2008 Dreams   What Is it to dream?/ Are my eyes closed am I make believe. Or did God just make me believe that dreams can make u believe?/Cinderella says a dream is a wish your heart makes, but through my heart aches, does my dream break or is it kept in place. Can my dream only be visisted when I'm not awake. But am I not awake and yet this isn't fake.So do you call it fate or am I dreaming? If I'm dreaming there's an absense of clouds, I'm not flying above crowds. There aren't trumpets blazing loud. But what i do see is his smile .... And I can no longer tell the difference. I'm never awake.   ~ Jenine "Lyrically eXposed" Hathaway J Hathaway©2008     11:55 PM - 30 views - add eprops - add comments - email it Next 5 >>

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