sexydeltagirl
11-22-06, 08:52 PM
If I had to take it back I would...
I would apologize to her...
I'd say that I loved her and needed her....
More than to be inside of her...
Making her body my dump truck....
I would have done those things to make her stay....
Inside of showing up when the sun had gone down and darkness surrounded us...
I could have even pretented to have an interest in the things that she did...
I could have answered her phone calls instead of sending text messages...
Just to ask whether or not she was undressed or undressing...
Was her hair grazing her shoulders the way I liked it...
Did she have on that sweet perfume that made my manhood stand at attention...
She looked so good against my satin sheets...
Body smooth like polished mahagony...
The way her body coiled to mine - sometimes took my breath away...
The scar on her lower back representing her journey...
Maybe I could have been up front with her...
Told her that I wasn't good enough...
But how could I do that when her smiled brighten my existence...
Cooked dishes sent my senses on a whirlwind...
Her mind light years ahead in thinking...
She'd ask me questions that challenged my religion...
Asked why I was so comfortable with my current state of living...
I was like the man Deniece Williams sung about...
I was a lover out to score...
So I guess that made her silly...
But I'm here thinking about her so what does that make me?
So as I lay here alone and allow my mind to roam...
I wanna call her and say these words....
But I'm 2 stubborn to dial the digits...
She knows that I fukked up...
And just isn't man enought to admit it....
I would apologize to her...
I'd say that I loved her and needed her....
More than to be inside of her...
Making her body my dump truck....
I would have done those things to make her stay....
Inside of showing up when the sun had gone down and darkness surrounded us...
I could have even pretented to have an interest in the things that she did...
I could have answered her phone calls instead of sending text messages...
Just to ask whether or not she was undressed or undressing...
Was her hair grazing her shoulders the way I liked it...
Did she have on that sweet perfume that made my manhood stand at attention...
She looked so good against my satin sheets...
Body smooth like polished mahagony...
The way her body coiled to mine - sometimes took my breath away...
The scar on her lower back representing her journey...
Maybe I could have been up front with her...
Told her that I wasn't good enough...
But how could I do that when her smiled brighten my existence...
Cooked dishes sent my senses on a whirlwind...
Her mind light years ahead in thinking...
She'd ask me questions that challenged my religion...
Asked why I was so comfortable with my current state of living...
I was like the man Deniece Williams sung about...
I was a lover out to score...
So I guess that made her silly...
But I'm here thinking about her so what does that make me?
So as I lay here alone and allow my mind to roam...
I wanna call her and say these words....
But I'm 2 stubborn to dial the digits...
She knows that I fukked up...
And just isn't man enought to admit it....