Top Bottom Dilemna:
WOMAN INSIDE ME
When you walked into the room
I tried to meet your gaze
And when our eyes met
You looked right through me
Like you knew me.
I suppose you did
To you I was
Just another stupid bottom
Who mistook you to be a top.
How couldn’t I?
Inside I cried so much
That this tall bald
Dark Chocolate
Epitome of what my senses registered as masculinity
Was interested in the same thing as I.
You came across like a mans man
Even smelled for the most part like a mans man
Guess I overlooked
The shiny lips
The perfectly manicured and (clear) polished nails.
Somehow you manage to dial back those feminine
characteristics.
Probably a survival mechanism.
So you came over to
watch scandal
Then came the tickling match
And I found out how STRONG you are
Then I found out how good a kisser you are too!
Surprised the hell out of me
Never thought in a million years
(even though I dreamt about it)
That you would be there
On top of me
Holding me tightly from behind
Making those manly noises
And blowning my mind
With unbridled lovemaking passion.
Fuck that.
You fucked the shit out of me
Blew my back out
Left me breathless
Trembling
A victim of true ghetto love.
Who knew? Right?
I should have known to follow my better instincts
And put a stop to that madness when you first held me
When I first looked into your eyes
And held on to those muscles
As you started entering me.
But I didn’t put a stop to the madness
And I gotta live every day of my life knowing
We can never go there again
(because you barely above a whisper told me in my ear near
the start of that trip)
We can never go there again because
Even though on the outside you look
Very much the man
On the inside living inside you
Is a woman.
That woman was inside me last night man
Giving me life altering pleasure
Now she done snatched it away.
Last night I had a woman inside me
And I hate her.
I can’t have you.
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Crazed White Stalker Dilemna:
Boy I could have loved you
I think so.
Ya just had to go and mess it up
Talking dirty to me
Like I know you
When you don’t know me.
Come on.
What the hell ails YOU???
No tact
No respect
No consideration
That I might not be some
HO or sexual object for your amusement.
Do you have any real friends at all and have you had a lover
before?
One gets the idea you have no social skills.
Boy I could have loved you.
I thinks so.
For reals though.
Lets be real
As many white guys hit on me
One starts to wonder if its just
The writing on the wall.
That smile
That hairy chest
Those eyes that seem to sparkle everytime I’d see you on
skype.
But you blew it
With your creepy unwanted advances.
Now you’re just another blocked Facebook fiend.
I really wanted to give you a chance.
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Soul Brother Dilemna:
Your walk is rhythm
Your voice is
Gold
Red velvet cake
Sexy jazz
People passing out at Michael Jackson concert.
Light skinned brother from another…state/city/country…
WHO are you?
I see you every day.
And I know it sounds incredibly cliché
But ya don’t even know I exist.
No you don’t.
There was a time I might have said something to you man
But now the confidence is shaken.
So much damn rejection
Therefore I do absolutely nothing other than simply watch
you walk in and out of my life
Over and over again.
In my minds eye we are lovers you know?
In my mind we are often in some far off place
On a dancefloor
In each others arms
Slow dancing
Building in tempo
You step to the music
Gliding really
I try to follow but man
You’re the one
who actually bothered
To teach me how to dance.
Its crazy that I don’t even have to close my eyes to
remember how it felt
When you brushed up against me in the train station
Warm fuzzy steel hardness
Still recall the brief gaze
the smell of your cologne.
What fragrance was it?
So strong is it all in my mind
That place where we share something special.
The place where we
break break early
jog together everyday
Then usually we
fall asleep
Next to each other
Often holding each other
All night.
While your slight snoring lulls me to gradual slumber.
Man I am way too chickenshit to ever say anything to you in
real life.
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