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Lovers Quarrell

She said:

"Either you want me or you don't Papi!"
That's what I heard outa my front window
at 1 30 in the Morning
Rousing me from a not-so-sound sleep.

Lighting a smoke, I peered  into the night
seeing my new neighbors arguing.

She, a firey raven haired Latina,and
He, a Tall Handsome Latte Complected Man
Being of Egyptian and Canadian descent

Stood fighting with a passion...
I could feel from where I stood

Her eyes glistening with angry tears
over having caught him with yet another
Woman....over on 11th st at the bar.

He standing calm, stoic, and sexy
just listening to her rant
about her heart being broken ... yet again

as she throughs a potted plant off the porch
He grabs her hand, and tells her
that its her he wants...

Almost instantly she melts
like snow on a summer day
pouring her arms around him
lips locking in a firey kiss

As he swings her around
and pulls her into the house
till the next round....

Man....
I'm glad I'm single
Written by Firebyrd
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