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02-01-05, 08:23 PM
WHOOSSHHH...
THAT’S THE SOUND OF THE WHIRLWIND ROMANCE,
BORN FROM A GLANCE THAT PROMPTED INTRODUCTIONS
AND LEAD TO A DANCE IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ROOM.
AND LIKE THAT FIRST DANCE,
WE CAME TO ROCK UP AND DOWN AND ROUND AND ROUND TO THE OOH AHH
SOUNDS,
DON’T FRONT; YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RODEO-SHOW…
AND MIXTAPES LEFT TO PLAY ON AUTO-REVERSE.
THIS IS THE UNREHEARSED SECTION OF THE GAME PLAY,
WHERE DIRECTION IS OPEN TO EACH PERSON PLAYIN OUT THEIR RESPECTIVE ROLES
OF MAN-ON-THE-SIDE AND LOVER ON-HOLD.
P-POW!…
THAT’S THE SOUND OF THE UNLEASHING OF HER PHENOMENOL BODY.
A BODY THAT I SHOULDNT BE ALLOWED TO TOUCH, BUT SOMEHOW, AM.
DONT MEAN TO BLASPHEME, BUT GOD-DAMN!
THIS MAN HAS TRANSCENDED OUTER LIMITS.
BEHOLD THE SEX I’M ABOUT TO LAY ON THIS WOMAN -
POSSESSION OF SOME OTHER MAN, WHO FORGETS TO POLISH THE DIAMOND HE HAS
ERGO, SHE GOES OUT MORE OFTEN NOW
AND USES MOBILE COMMUNICATION DEVICES TO TRACK ME DOWN.
(MESSAGE ALERT TONE)
THAT’S THE SOUND OF IMPENDING BOOTICALLS,
FOLLOWED BY THE DROP-CALL FROM PAY-AS-U-GO NUMBERS,
WHICH EASILY SELF-DESTRUCT IF THEY SHOULD FALL INTO THE WRONG HANDS!
WE MAKE PLANS FOR SEX, VIA TEXT, WITHOUT ACTUALLY USING THE WORDS.
THINGS LIKE LUNCH, OR MY BREDRINS RAVE
ARE SYNONYMS FOR “SATISFY MY APPETITE� AND PRIVATE DANCES ‘TIL DAYLIGHT.
(SIGH)
THAT'S THE SOUND THAT FOLLOWS THE “I HAVE TO GO NOW� SPEECH.
WE’VE REACHED FUN-TIME’S END.
MY SPECIAL FRIEND HAS COMITTMENTS THAT LEAD HER AWAY FROM
MY BED.
ANDBECAUSE LIGHT CAN NEVERBE SHED ON OUR AFFAIR
AND BECAUSE OUR SECRET TRUTHSMUST FOREVER GO UNSAID,
IMAGES FROMTHIS LIMITED EDITIONARE KEPT HIDDEN
UNDERTHE MATTRESS.
...Say what you feel and feel what you say.
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