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Back at one I found my self chasing waterfalls in the form of a big booty and a smile. Yeah i was just a scrub feenin.  But what was I to do,  I walked for 2 1/2 years after end of the road, and I still couldn’t let go.

Lonely,  I found my self throwing bills,  bills, bills at Ms. Poison, the star of the show. She knew how to get it and go back, back, forth and forth. We had a good business relationship and I didn’t see anything wrong with paying for a bump and grind lap dance. But, I wanted more.

At 7 O’Clock on the dot on a nice and slow night I asked, can we talk for a minute? I said, tell me if you want me to…give you all my time, I promise to be good to you. She said her time was money but, I was willing to pay.

As she danced and I was feeling on her booty, I asked her a little sumthin-sumthin. She said she was just waiting to exhale like every other girl.  Said, she didn’t know what real love was but, heard that’s just the way love goes. Dancing was on the down low, her little secret and no one needs to see it.

I Asked, is this where you want to be? She said, can’t you see, you and me are from different places. When a woman’s fed up and twisted in the rain, she has to find a way to g.h.e.t.t.o.u.t.

As song #3 began…

I gave her another way and said, let’s get married. She responded coldly, what’s so different?  Don’t take it personal but, when the water runs dry I’ll be begging you to unbreak my heart, while living at the heartbreak hotel and singing I’m going down. And, if I ever fall in love again it wouldn’t be with someone like you.

Wondering if she’s playing hard to get I said, the difference is Cupid! Like 90’s R&B I know what real love is. Do you remember the time? Real love is about only you, being weak in the knees, best friends, dreamlovers, and baby I promise to be with you so why would I let this thing go. It’s about the first night, where you are so anxious, and there is no such thing as being too close.

She said I was, killing me softly with his song. By now I knew her body’s calling for me. She said she was so in to me. You’re making me high. Are I that somebody, she asked? I said, lady I will cry for you tonight and even tomorrow. Tell me what you want, tell me what you need. With a blank “untitled” look on her face she asked, how does it feel. I asked, what? She said, Love…is it a sweet fantasy? Tell me it’s real.

Not to brag but, my love is the shhhh! When I love you mean the world to me, I call you my baby-baby-baby,  and there is no ex-factor because he can’t love you like I love you.  

She said, can you come over and show me how deep is your love for me? If you show me this love, I will even waive my extra fee. I said, you make me wanna….then I paused…because the walk back to the end of the road alone would be a lost cause.

I know she is poison, and they say not to trust her. But this is 90’s R&B love, you know SWV, Mariah, and Usher.




He doesnt give you what you want,  I do

But,  the words you said to him were,  “I do”

Marriage is not what you thought it was, I understand I do

So late nights you visit me pretending we said, “I do”

Secret lovers we are,  I admit I do

Confused you come and ask if I love and I say, “Baby,  I do!”

I do love u.  You cant change my heart or what I do

Patiently  I wait for you,  I do

Hoping that you leave him,  I do

But the cycle continues and you always go back, you do




Woman Waiting for Phone to Ring

Woman Waiting for Phone to Ring — Image by © Dennis Galante/CORBIS

Anxiously waiting for you to call. But, for some reason I dont think you will at all. In fact, every minute that passes is not a minute closer to you calling but, rather a minute longer that you didnt call me or think of me. I have no choice but to let it be.

Although I sit here alone, my thoughts are overwhelmed by you. My heart is supposed to be red but, it’s a dark blue. I just want to turnover and empty it all. But, I’m just sitting here waiting for you to call.

I’m tired, I’m consumed, and I want to be free. My eyes aren’t even open but, you are all I see. I’m not even awake but, my heart is beating fast. Everytime I wake up only 10 minutes has passed.

You have no obligation. May not even have a reason. Don’t even know why I’m begging, it must be simp’ing season. I was just hoping…praying…and even wishing. But, I guess it’s back to reality, maybe back to plenty of fishing.

Maybe that’s why they call it a fantasy or even a dream. Maybe that’s why they call love crazy, do you even know what I mean? Why is love so strong? Why does it have such power? I didn’t know it could weaken, just thought it was to empower.

So what do you think? As you read my words…

Yeah you! What should I do, is love just for the birds?

Should I call, or should I wait?

Should I forget about her and find another date?

Am I crazy? Am I obsessed?

Are my feelings just a hot mess?

Please don’t just read…tell me what to do!

Just be honest, I don’t care if I look like a fool.

What would you do? What would you say?

I know you’ve been in my shoes, might even be in them today.

I’m tired of this, just tired of it all.

Should I sit and wait, or should I stand and call?



Yeah I can love her again, but I would regret it

Sure I could love her but, I was rejected

So I forget it

So I leave it

So I let it rot and hope flies come eat it

She knows it

She sees it

But, she thinks I’m the same

Not today bitch, I’m winning this game

If only I had a gun you know where I would aim

… But that would be too easy

Im here to torture, I want to hear you scream

Im after you in your nightmares,  im killing your dreams

This is not just hate, this is revenge

Now its my turn to get on top and ascend

I don’t care where you end up now

I don’t care if you die

Don’t even care about your son

… and that used to be my guy

Fuck your goals, fuck pride

Fuck your shit,  Fuck this ride

I’m going to make sure that you don’t have a single thing

…and when you cry, it’s going to sound like angels sing

Fuck being the bettter man

I rather hate you all I can

Right up to the edge of insanity

Hoping that you never again feel vanity

Because your soul is cold and your heart is dark

You killed my dreams, kidnapped heart

Revenge is joy

Revenge is sweet

Oh,  here you come now dragging your fucking feet

What do you have to say?

What lie will you tell?

She says,  “Im sorry I know I belong in hell”

“You’ve done so much for me,  In love I wish I would’ve fell”

“But I used you and drained you dry… “,  as she leans on me and starts to cry…

Then I start to cry and realize that im stuck in this trap

Instead of avoiding it I just layed down in crap

Then rolled in it over and over

Shaking my head because I know it’s not over

It felt good to hate but, love is not easy to quit

Becareful who you love, she’ll have you trained like a dog, “SIT!”




So i front

So i lie

So i pretend to be that cool guy

Pretend to be that nice guy

Acting like I only want to be friends guy

Even though I see more in my big eyes

No, this is not a game

I’m not playing around acting lame

I’m just cruising in the slow lane while you are in the fast

Hoping that you will look over before you drive past

And notice me the way I notice you

And look at me the way I look at you

But, you’re in the fast lane with your passenger seat reserved

Loyal but, hurt when you found he has another her

Now driving fast to a destination that’s unknown

Now flying fast to a different time zone

If ever you pull over or are ready to land

I’ll be waiting here ready just to hold your hand

Ready to give you anything that you ever need

Ready to perform for you any deed

Even if it’s just for a single night stop

When you take off again… I’ll just start this poem over from the top

I don’t want your ass

What I want is your heart

You see it has been said that

Men use love for sex

And Women use sex for love

Well this type of man is not me

And this type of women is not for me

I don’t want your ass

I want your heart

An ass is easy,

I can go anywhere and find two cheeks and a crack, that I can flip up and smack

Though it may not be as big as yours

In fact, I have an ass too

So why do I want yours

I want your heart

I need your heart

I want your emotions, when you are emotional

I want to be your love when you are in love

I want to be the dreams during your day, while you are day dreaming…all…day long

I want my love to be your desire

Something that can set your body into an orgasmic fire

And something you are willing to beg and die for

I don’t want your ass

I want your heart

Although I lay in bed and grab my self late at night

And dream of your round, thonged ass in my site

At the same time I am holding my chest

And wishing for a piece of your heart

Yes I want your lust

But what I need is your love

Why do all relationships start with ass

And never…heart?

Let us start differently

Be less ordinary

Try something new

Can we begin with heart

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