Psalms Of Pleads Part III of III

Echoes of he Past

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Same Evening I got my Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing
The Roxxy

Girl this nightclub is packed.
Maybe we can leave and search for one that will not break my purse or cause an uncivil act
Hey, isn’t that your ex-boyfriend
Where
Right over There
If you’re lying ooh I swear

I turned around
Preparing to be taken down
My dark-brown eyes searched the nightclub throughout
Still looking handsome without a reasonable doubt
A pair of magnetic coral blue colored eyes penned my existence
Thank goodness we have a history of distance
Girl he still looks...
And probably still up to know no good
Then maybe we should
What, leave without having some fun
Girl with that fine man around you’re like a loaded emotional gun
Today I refuse to cut and run

It was his lost not mine
He was the one who wouldn’t fall into line
You still miss him
No, with him it was always sink or swim
Well how about tonight
It’s too many handsome men in here not to be treated right
I made my way over to the bar
Wishing on a star
My ex will just turn and leave
I know he has something devious planned up his sleeve
I’ve come too damn far
To be sunk again by emotional scars

Out the corner of my eye he’s walking toward me
Not affected by the powers that be
Hey there, my caramel coated Haitian jazz
I wanted to tell him to kiss my ask me what I’m thinking
At this moment I had to stop my eyes from blinking
The man sure still looks good
Thank goodness I’m not affected, knock on wood
Could I have this dance
I extended my hand
To show him I’ve moved on
I would just let bygones be bygones

He led me to the dance floor
Everyone knows all fairs in love and war
Not meaning to lay the fault at one’s door
I’ve missed you, he whispered in my ear
No, you’ve missed the derailment of your money train my dear
He pulled me into his solid erection
No emotional protection
Mmm for such a hard detection
My arms crept around his neck
Don’t lose it you were nothing but his paycheck
Oh, what the heck
I moved in closer
He’s playing my body like he’s a romantic composer
I think he’s still trying to win me over
He keeps grinding so gently into my pelvis
Now I’m feeling a little overzealous

Umm, I specially missed the way you pleased my big bird
Fine feathers do not make fine birds Therefore, let’s not mince words
People in the Hamptons are asking about you
You mean what my tongue and body could do
Which has already been done. The moment you walked out I already won.
I stepped back
No time to lose myself or get back off track
My Haitian jazz I will always love you
No, you love me for what I could do
Getting us paid while one of us was the only one getting laid
And the last time I checked
You were the first one to collect
Those many zeros
Only made me a wiser Shero

How about one more chance for a real romance
Not with your history of an endless dirty dance
Oh, now you’re taking a stance
I am
Is this what you call your revenge grand slam
Take care, but do me a favor, don’t call
To my heart you’re blackballed
How about the memories, our under the covers good times
Once you read between your sexual favors they all become just blurred lines
I really don’t have time for wreckage of despair
Or your threesome love affairs
At the moment I’m walking on air

I strolled away
For this day I have silently prayed
For the strength and guidance
For being non-compliance
Girl are you ready for that drink now
Yes, I could finally take a bow
Cupid’s bow and arrow has been officially retired
I’m flying solo much higher
Dedicated to myself
This poem was in reminisce of self-help
Is definitely going on my awards shelf

FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE AM
Hangover Mode

Someone is banging on my door
Whose there
It’s Felipe
Shit…shit…shit I can’t take his drama anymore
To be continued
I just do not have it in me
To write how this all went down
Caviar, credit cards, black ties, five-star hotels downtown
No more the young foolish clown

Where was Dr. Phil
When the pit of my eyes were filled
Couldn’t let go, couldn’t go on
Bad sexual habits to reconsider after making it through emotional withdrawn
An enemy of self
Such Bitter regrets
Obsessional Threats
Nightly male mindsets
Expensive and lavish assets
Erotica Interests
But I’m here
Not just anywhere
No more thongs, bikinis, discreet services of the underwear without a care