When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall. In the back of my mind I hear my conscience call…telling me I need a girl…

who seems like she’s ready to learn about 12 chapters of play. A girl that reminds me of something like my jeep. A girl who always lets me feel on her booty; especially while she’s cooking. It seems to always lead to sex in the kitchen. So while we’re bumping and grinding over by the butter rolls, she would whisper in my ear “sex me baby”. Damn we would have the greatest sex! Times like those, I would just want to say to her “lets go half on a baby.” Afterwards, you would tell me our sex made you believe you could fly. When friends would ask about our relationship, I would start on my soap box and tell them I want to slow this party down because the ladies out here are fly, but there’s one who’s caught my eye.

But reality sets in and I realize it’s lonely on your side of the bed. When I told You I wasn’t going to cheat on you, it must have almost given you a heart attack to find out that I fumbled your heart. I was so disrespectful. It was too late for me to realize that me and her can’t be friends. Now you’re telling your friends “he ain’t shit!” The arrogant part of me wants to find out if the neighbors still know my name. If I would have opened my eyes I would have realized that I had my Wonder Woman. Now you long gone, missin. I have officially felt passion, pleasure, and pain.