Dapharoah69
06-08-2006, 01:26 PM
Days of the Week
by dapharoah69
I came like snow Monday
when Tuesday rolled around to find you so horny for me.
At a quarter to three I was on my knees
desperately sucking away seconds
thinking it was inches
how I was sadly mistaken...
beautiful skin turning to minutes
turning to the hour I would forever dread...
12 midnight:
another day:
Wednesday slid on my tongue
the way you did in the old days
when we had Thursdays to look forward to
and Fridays to interpret our version of foreplay.
Saturdays I felt so lonely,
...so blue
because Sunday came
...and seemed hesitant to leave!
and I cry and sigh and hold myself and long for Mondays
'cause it reminded me of the length of your nature
SUCH TORTURE!
another day to try to get over you
another day to tell myself you belong to another woman
SUCH TORMENT!
and I wind up being the Other Man...
and there goes Tuesday again
and I'm willing my phone to ring for Wednesday
because Thursday I'm so gone,
so frustrated
so blue
how could I live without you?
I watched the sun set and the moon rise,
counting Saturn's rings as I bring in Friday
remembering I seen you at the mall with another niggah
telling myself that maybe I was dumb for competing
with your lovely, loving wife.
I remember one Sunday
she took me to church
she handed me a Bible with a smile
and recited in my ear a verse
when she was done
I went home that day
and in my head her words did reverberate
could she have known about me and you?
I would never know
because Monday had come too soon.
And then it started to rain
reminding me of my pain
wanting to die; wanting to breathe your air
but here comes Saturday and I masturbate,
trying to will up every thought,
every second of passion we shared
Is it Saturday or is it Wednesday
I'm so discombobulated
I'm so terribly manipulated;
manipulated inside something twisted
and I have to face all seven days feeling wicked
Karma has its own rules of engagement
now I feel in your life I'm so irrelevant.
and when I lay spent you knock on my door Sunday
and I'm abashed with guilt
so I let the door bell ring
and I go back to sleep
smiling through my tears,
debating should I bring in Monday
with the gentle stroke of my wrist...
cumming myself into another glorious Tuesday.
by dapharoah69
I came like snow Monday
when Tuesday rolled around to find you so horny for me.
At a quarter to three I was on my knees
desperately sucking away seconds
thinking it was inches
how I was sadly mistaken...
beautiful skin turning to minutes
turning to the hour I would forever dread...
12 midnight:
another day:
Wednesday slid on my tongue
the way you did in the old days
when we had Thursdays to look forward to
and Fridays to interpret our version of foreplay.
Saturdays I felt so lonely,
...so blue
because Sunday came
...and seemed hesitant to leave!
and I cry and sigh and hold myself and long for Mondays
'cause it reminded me of the length of your nature
SUCH TORTURE!
another day to try to get over you
another day to tell myself you belong to another woman
SUCH TORMENT!
and I wind up being the Other Man...
and there goes Tuesday again
and I'm willing my phone to ring for Wednesday
because Thursday I'm so gone,
so frustrated
so blue
how could I live without you?
I watched the sun set and the moon rise,
counting Saturn's rings as I bring in Friday
remembering I seen you at the mall with another niggah
telling myself that maybe I was dumb for competing
with your lovely, loving wife.
I remember one Sunday
she took me to church
she handed me a Bible with a smile
and recited in my ear a verse
when she was done
I went home that day
and in my head her words did reverberate
could she have known about me and you?
I would never know
because Monday had come too soon.
And then it started to rain
reminding me of my pain
wanting to die; wanting to breathe your air
but here comes Saturday and I masturbate,
trying to will up every thought,
every second of passion we shared
Is it Saturday or is it Wednesday
I'm so discombobulated
I'm so terribly manipulated;
manipulated inside something twisted
and I have to face all seven days feeling wicked
Karma has its own rules of engagement
now I feel in your life I'm so irrelevant.
and when I lay spent you knock on my door Sunday
and I'm abashed with guilt
so I let the door bell ring
and I go back to sleep
smiling through my tears,
debating should I bring in Monday
with the gentle stroke of my wrist...
cumming myself into another glorious Tuesday.