Fall Is Falling In Love Season

Can I be honest with you all for a minute?

I’m not afraid of talking about love or feelings or fears. I’m an adult, adult’s talk about these things. There are plenty of guys that want to be the coolest or hardest in the room, that’s not me. I’m not built like that, I cook and write and flirt and love the little things that make women women. That’s who I’ll always be and I thank God for that.

Living a life where I’m anything or anyone else would make no sense.

Every season is falling in love weather. You can’t control when you meet someone and everything starts to make sense. But something about the fall is just sexy to me. I have better days when the sun isn’t shining as hard and the nights are cooler. I tend to be on my phone less during the day because I actually enjoy working outside.

No matter how cool technology gets it will never compare to the feel of body heat next to you on a couch or porch when that first Fall breeze hit your face. When you have those moments of peace, conversation and attraction falling in love is the most natural vibe in the world.

We fall in like during sunshine and falling leaves. We fall in love when the sun goes down and it’s not quite cold enough for a sweater but just cool enough for her to sit under me because she has goosebumps. When the seasons change so do our outlooks. With beautiful weather comes beautiful memories and with beautiful memories comes sensations that make our lives matter.

I’m sure a lot of people that’ll read this love summer, short dresses, late nights after day parties and summer vacations. I’d never knock summer but Fall is when I feel most alive and how can you not fall in love when you feel alive.

It’s cool to be cynical and feel like love is an overrated word or romance is dead. If you feel that way I can’t blame you because you’ve dealt with stressful men or women in your life. But if you are that person, all I can say to you is to not let that taint the season coming up.

Picnics in the park where the bugs aren’t as bad and the sun isn’t as dreadful. Late night drives to Galveston where you can’t tell just how dark the water is or just how rocky the sand can be.

Stop letting the past haunt you and say yes to whatever guy asked you out last week. Say yes to whatever woman is throwing signs at you but she may not be your type. Say yes to making memories and maybe falling in love.

 

 

 

Demez F. White  winter

Fall Love 101

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Forty seven degree nights and hot chocolate
Coats and jackets that stop just above your thigh

Boots that scream “touch me, lick me, fuck me”
Sweaters that hug your chest, jeans that grip your ass
Windy days that get ignored because of the heat we create

Your arms wrapped around my neck; my arms wrapped around your waist
Late nights and early mornings because going to sleep means you’re not here
Pumpkins and costumes that leave very little to the imagination
Costumes that make for great pictures, especially when you take the ones that are “just for me”

Rainy days that turn into sick days at work
Friday day trips that turn into weekend trips because getting out of bed isn’t an option
Body heat and muscle control

Patron and strawberries
Strawberries and Ciroc
Orange juice and Moet

Your eyes burning a hole thru me
My eyes eating you alive
Our eyes speaking more than our mouths ever could

Lips that are sore from kissing
Lips that are sore from getting kissed
Lips that are ready to be kissed

Scarves and gloves at Miller Outdoor Theatre
Sweat pants and hoodies on the balcony
My tongue on your neck
Your voice floating in the air

Walking Down the Aisle
Conversations Between Adults
You cumming to my words

Fall Love 101 is about all the things I think about when I think about touching you
All the things I think about when I think about this amazing season
Everything I want and everything I need

I’m no good alone, I’m driven by Passion… Inspiration… Lust
Say goodnight to someone tonight; not a text or a tweet
But call them and say goodnight; there is nothing like hearing a woman’s voice before bed

It’s what I miss most…

Stand for Something or Fall for Anything

black historyThis past couple of days has shown me a lot about some people. I find it disheartening when I see so many that simply don’t care. I’m not asking that you become a freedom fighter or boycott or march for peace. I’m not asking that you start to care about social issues or care about people that aren’t as fortunate as you. What I can’t understand though is how you don’t care about this Trayvon Martin issue? It touches at the soul of ignorance, racism and privilege.

I watched a juror on National Television say in front of the whole world that she felt sorry for “George,” that she could relate at the pain and suffering he went thru because of what happened to “that boy.” I watched person after person that doesn’t look like me say that a sidewalk was a weapon. I watched person after person say that it was both their faults.

You want to know why I’m not mad at these people walking on freeways or blacking out their pictures or being angry? I’m not mad at them because I’ve watched person after person say that this could have all been avoided of Trayvon would have just ran or told Zimmerman what he was doing walking at 7pm. Do you want to know what would have happened if Trayvon would have ran, he would have gotten shot in the back. Do you want to know what would have happened if Trayvon would have killed that man or really hurt him; he would be in prison at this very moment.

So we’re on the same page, I wasn’t even upset on Saturday night. When I heard the verdict my logic was a jury heard the case and voted what they thought was right. Over these last three days though, hearing the background of the jurors, their mindset. Hearing the attorneys and Zimmerman’s family, seeing the ignorance on social media, now it means so much more to me.

How can you only care about yourself, how can you only want to post pics and talk about your haters?

Those that know better do better!

Those that don’t, well… They end up running this same damn rat race.

Demez F. White

Why Men Love Women In Dresses…

I’ve often heard women say they love seeing a man work with his hands. Fixing a car, mowing a yard, building a deck on the back porch. Women are just attracted to manly men.

Well…

Men are just attracted to womanly women. And what’s the sexiest thing a woman can wear outside of skin and lace? A dress.

When I see a woman in a dress I simply imagine everything from what’s underneath, to is she wearing panties to how her skin feels. There’s something magical about knowing that by unzipping a zipper or button or two that one piece of clothing is falling off.

Dresses are like love songs that are sexy but smooth.

Sundresses, chic 9-5 work dresses, cocktail little black dresses. They all have one thing in common, they belong on perfect thighs and soft ankles.

Pretty fingernails and toenails, collarbones and lips. Dresses just help accent those details and make life better.

My name is Demez and I love women. Especially the ones in dresses!

Fall… Women… Fashion

I make no secret of my love for women, for pretty faces and nice smiles. I’m sure most men love women, that doesn’t make me special or unique. I just happen to love the details, the specifics that make women… women.

That’s why I love Fall and Fashion when it comes to women. It’s the perfect combination if there ever was one. I’ve been in really cold cities in the Fall and those big coats and scarves, gloves. That’s not what you want. But in a city like Houston where the perfect Fall day is like 65 degrees and partly cloudy it’s Heaven on earth.

Tight jeans, a thin thermo or button down shirt, a cute jacket. Nice boots.

A sexy pair of slacks, a cute light sweater, four inch closed toe heels.

Fall clothing is just sexy, it screams intoxicating. Not to mention the lack of humidity and what it does for her hair. I know so many women that curl their hair and it looks amazing in the mirror but as soon as they step outside and the humidity hits it… it goes limp.

In the Fall that hair stays curly and bouncy and women with nice hair just have more confidence.

The summer is for short shorts, linen and thin dresses.

The winter is for velvet and leather and accessories.

The spring is all about getting ready for the summer.

But the Fall, the Fall is when you mix all those things together. And women are just great when it comes to that. A lot of people don’t know this about me but when I write I always imagine a real person, real traits, real skin texture, a real voice. It literally helps me make the character more authentic.

Today I saw a picture of a woman in a fitted dress, long legs, a blazer on and her hair was all wild and free. I must have looked at that picture, studied it for about five minutes. I didn’t comment on it, I didn’t like it, I just admired the effort it must have taken for her to walk out the house looking so perfect.

Looking so Fallish.

Gold, Bronze, deep purples, these are the colors I see on women when I imagine this season. Bangles and earrings that accent nice jackets and boots, it all works in unison and it all drives us wild. Jill Scott, Norah Jones, John Legend, I can see those evenings now.

Us casual chic, tipsy, her holding onto me because she’s had too much to drink and the music has her feeling a certain way. The chill in the air since we’ll be outside, nipples being attacked by the wind, jeans that hug every curve she has. You don’t get these sorts of the nights anytime but the Fall.

Fall, Fashion and Women…. I’m so about that life!

Now I just have to find a woman to share these moments with.