Question

I have a question, one that has been plaguing my mind, and taunting my thoughts.
I have a question, one I want to ask, but my lips won't form the words because I know my heart isn't ready for the answer. I thought  we had all the answers. You know to the questions of how we can make it work better, on how we can beat all the odds and remain together forever.
I want to ask where did we go wrong? Where did I go wrong? Was it something I said? The mask that you wore with that "I'm Happy" smile every time we were together, I could see the paint starting to peel everytime you came around.
I have a question, is this part of a life lesson? Are you planning to come back around? By that time will I have hoped to find someone who is worth my time, love, and affection?
I have a question, was it all a joke from the beginning? Did you mean all if any thing you've ever told me? The I love you's, the I want you's, the no more searching because I found you. Was any of that true?
I have a question, just one more... but I know if I ask this question, I'll never get the answer I'm looking for..
Lady R © 2012

Good Friend

Good Friend

So apparently, I wasn't a very good friend.
I mean wasn't it me that you came running to in the end?
Hold up let me check my phone record, 4 calls all lasting almost over an hour?

Wait and the texts ....yea all of them reaching over 500

BUT I wasn't a good friend?

You tried running my name through mud.
Demean my character and for what? Because your insecurity and your cheating ass man had you tripping. I kept telling you leave his trifling ass alone, but no you stuck and love gone.

Wasn't I the one who shoulder you cried on when you found out that Tanika was from down the street was getting the treatment you use to receive? Or that Debbie was steady spending money that you gave him. And you wonder why you never say a bill receipt...

BUT I wasn't a good friend?

I held your hand, wiped your tears, and shared with you the deepest, darkest fears. Laughed and smiled with you. You were my road dog; my ace in the hole but you want throw that all away for something you THINK you know...

So I'll tell you what.. when you get out of that rut of "everyone wants what I got" then I'll be here for you, WHY?

Because that's what REAL friends do.

Lady R © 2012

Remember When

 Remember When

I remember when I was sitting having lunch and you walked up and stole my fries, I didn't cry I just high jacked your apple juice. You looked at me and smiled, then gave me a high five. That's when our friendship was formed as days went on then you were gone....

How time flies when i realized I'm walking through the high school doors and who do I see, but my friend from elementary

who stole my fries when we were five; that's where our friendship began. So we connected once again, talking about the old days of play dough and nap time, yea those were the good times. As time progressed you found your crowd and I found mine and we became friends in passing by's with head nods or quick hello's and good-byes.
Then again time flies - Graduation

Here we are side by side in our white caps and gowns walking down these aisles and saying our good byes as we shook hands with the teachers who smiled or had tears in their eyes. Another chapter is done and we're still cool because I remember when you stole my fries when we were five.

College- New chapter and new beginnings; the best years of my life is what I keep hearing, so we shall see. While getting classes and orientation I look up from my paper and before my eyes, was my friend that stole my fries when we were five. A smile spread across my face and maybe I got a glimmer in my eye as I walked over to my friend to see how their summer went. We grabbed lunch and talked about how our time was spent and my heart broke when she told me that coming to college was her get away from her reality of hell on earth.. Home.

My friend told me that every day on their block someone died. Just before they came here their cousin lost their life. I handed them napkins to wipe the tears falling from their eyes and hugged them tight as they cried.
Lunch was over and classes were done, night time has falling it was time to unwind and relax our minds.

We strolled into our first college party. Music was going we seen drinks flowing and people on the dance floor. I wasn't a drinker, but they filled their cup and disappeared into the crowd. I found a couple of dorm mates and just hung around.
Minutes later, then hours passed and I hadn't seen my friend in a while so I went on the search for them to make sure everything was cool, because the type of thing that friends do. I asked around and no one had seen them. I went back to the dorm to see if they returned to it and I wasn't able to find them.
It was getting late and they weren't returning my calls or texts so I guess they hooked up smh always chasing asses.

Morning- I woke up to the loud knock at my door. Stumbling out my bed and answering I asked "Who are you looking for?" Once my eyes focused I seen it was the police and he said "He had a couple of questions for me." I got dressed and followed him down the hall to the deans office where we had a meeting...
They asked if I knew my friend that stole my fries when we were five. I shook my head yes, and that's when the police unloaded the news that my friend had overdosed on pills and alcohol giving to them by a fellow student.

My eyes got wide as I began to cry I wanted speak while wiping my tear soaked cheeks that's when they asked me if the body I could identify before the parents they would notify. No words were said I just shook my head and we got into the policeman's ride.
At the hospital looking through the glass I saw my friend laying stiff; no movements, in their chest not a rise or a fall... I said "Yes, that's them, go head and make the call." The policeman then left my side I stood looking at my them for the last time...

I'll always remember my friend who stole my fries... when we were five....

Lady R © 2012

Unlady Like

I'm done being lady like about it. I want it and I want it now. I've danced around the thought of it. You are pushing inside me. Stretching my limits until it snuggly fits. Next time I see you I'm going to be the aggressor. You'll be the student and I'm the professor. I'm going to work your body until you feel like you need a stretcher. This time the fuck all the girly gestures I want what I want that chocolate hidden treasure, whether it’s on top, or if you're bending me over, or having both legs on your shoulders.

I'm done waiting for you to catch the fucking hint. I want your face in it. Tongue all over it. Slide your fingers up and down the wetness of my slit and taste the juices that come from it. Let me wrap my gloss lips around your dick and the head meet my tonsils because they want to say hello and when you’re standing at attention, I won't fail to mention that I got my jockey license and I've been then champion of this sport.

Fuck it; I hope you’re ready as I appeared in your door way in a black lace teddy.  Walking towards you with no words. Ripping your clothes off and covering my mouth with yours. I’m taking what I want; I’m tired of fucking waiting. I see that you’re excited. Monster rising from its slumber it’s time to release the beast and let it make its home within between the warmth of my thighs. I want you to send delicious chills up and down my spine.  Have me climbing the walls and yelling your name. Muffle my face in a pillow if you must, this straight fucking ain’t no love this is all lust.

I guess you thought I was joking, as I sucked the skin off the dick without even choking looking into your eyes I see you’re mesmerized. Gaze glossed over like you’re on some type of high and I’m your supplier. Just stick with me I promise to get you higher. Higher than the highest cloud and trust it’s going to be a bitch when you come down.  Have you craving for that next hit.

Make my body splash as you’re hitting it. Make my pulse race while you’re in it. Make me speak in tongues as you’re eating it. I’m holding your head in place while I’m riding your face.  Body quaking as I’m cumming all over your lips, tongue, and face.  Now that my breath is stabilizing to its normal pace, I’ll remove myself from my seat, pick up clothes and blow you a kiss. I got what I wanted. So now you are dismissed.

Stand Up

My heart is hurting.
Youth dying at a rapid pace.
No one seeing the age of 21 instead staring down the barrel of a gun
Where did all the fun go?
When did it become unsafe to travel to the corner store.
Fearful we should all be.
But not just for the injustice that was once again placed upon us
BUT as a race we must start with our own issues.
Stop with the cursing of each other.
The belittling of our sisters an brothers.
Instead of calling eachother BITCH or NIGGA
But embrace each other with my sister or brother from another mother.
My soul is crying
The mistreatment in any event sends a chill down my spine.
Not even safe to go to hospitals anymore, because nurses or doctors feel that your a drug addict or a whore. Later to find your helpless body on the jail house floor.
All could have been avoided if they just listened to the plea of "HELP ME"
My spirit is weak.
Because as we speak someone unable to fight back is being attacked
Our baby of babies
Our newborns and toddlers
How they are unable to speak up for them self, so their feelings get put on back shelves. The next thing you know the family is crying at the coroners window and tiny caskets are being made.
So disgusted.
When?
When are we going to take to take responsibilty for what's happening in our backyards?
Fight against the real injustice, the kind that we place amongst eachother.
Stand up for the ones who are abused.
Speak out against the crimes committed against our African American youth. Not just the one's with our so called legal system, but the one's created in our neighborHOOD system.
Enslaved in our own stereotyped world where children don't have a chance to be little boys and girls. Mocking what they see on t.v. and parents saying "awww look at my baby." Can't read or write, but know's every line to a rap song.
My Heart is hurting for the dying youth
My Soul is crying searching for the truth
My Spirit is weak because the hushed mouths won't speak.
And we are slowly...becoming...extinct...

Copyright 2012 © Lady R

Mz Monroe

I showed up at his job, heels, short skirt, and very low cut top. Walking to the double glass doors all eyes were on me ad rightfully so. I asked the reciptionist if he was available, she nods her head yes. I place my finger to my lips motioning her not to let know im here. My 6in heels made music to the floor as I walked back to his private office. I checked my reflection in the pictures on the wall; perfection. Tapping on the door, and openning it he looked up at me, I smiled seductively. His eyes wide in bewilderment, I stripped right there in front of him, revealing that I had nothing on under,the form fitting clothes; both sets of lips smiled at him, this pretty shaved pussy had been waiting for him. He leaned back in his chair and fucked me with his eyes, I wanted more than just his eyes I wanted his dick and his tongue and those I shall have. He summomed me to me, but instead I lifted my leg to his side table and slid a finger to my clit twirling it around in circles, making her gushy like he liked it. He got up from his desk and came over to me, dick on hard. I could see it through his neatly pressed pants. He got on his knees and began licking the juices running down my thighs, before he dove into the main course. He forced me to sit down on the chair behind me. He licked around the clit and then took it into his mouth and sucked me gently, I moaned and grabbed his head and started fucking his face. He stuck his tongue deep in my pussy he pushed my legs back; licked and licked and licked some more. My body began to shake as the orgasm was oozing its way out of me. Exploding into his mouth as his tongue did tricks to my clit. I didnt even get,a chance to catch my breath before he slid that dick into me. He deep hard stroke sent my pussy into overload, juices were going everywhere; running down my ass, his dick, my thighs, making puddles in his chair. The chair banged against the wall and he aint give a fuck. The,harder he went the louder I screamed, he put his,hand over my mouth and continued the pounding the pussy my eyes,rolled to the back of my head. The dick throbbed inside me, he picked up speed I could tell he was about to cum, faster and faster he went, magazines fell on the floor, our bodies drenched in sweat, he bent,down and kissed me passionately, allowing me to taste myself. Our bodies shook as we came together. He laid on me to regain his composure. He kissed me again. I smiled at him. We got up and cleaned ourselves in his bathroom. I got dressed and as I was leaving, he said I will see you at home Mrs. Monroe.

Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersona

Wife vs Wifey

She tries to look like me,.
Dress like me.
Walk, talk, and act like me;
But she just don't realize that she will never be me.
I hold the true key, that platinum piece, he only blesses her with what, a ten carrot thing? I laugh, because she thinks it she running things, I guess she doesn't know that I know everything. True enough I know he steps out every now and then, not saying I accept that shit. I make him learn the hard way on his end. He always comes back to me begging and for a second chance. I take him back because we been through a lot and I know he's my man. Got these Lil girls calling me talking about how they had him doing this and that. That's fine, but baby girl look where he's at.
Talking about he bought you a new pair of shoes. How cute boo boo your enjoying that loose change he gives you?
I notices all the stares and evil glares from the women as we walk by. I hear the slick shit they try and say on the sly. Does it bother me? No not really and you ask why? Well its simply put. I'm the wife and they just the wifey sitting and waiting on standby. They the one's you take to places where no one knows who you are. I'm the one you take out during the day introducing to family and friends. Everyone knows that I'm your lady and your my man. I'm the one you come home to every night. They are just lunch dates, and late evening. Nothing serious in my opinion, because his arms are still wrapped around me while I am sleeping, and he left you with what a sore back and wet between the thighs? Girl, open your eyes. I laugh because he's here to take of everything.
Mentally
Emotionally
Financially.
He's there for you...
Dickfully.
Chump changefully
How funny.
Does he even call you by your first name? Or is it just his "boo thang."
Has he taken any pictures of the two of you?
No?
Well guess why that is true, I'll give you a hint because really there is no "US", it's just a "YOU". Poor little thing getting your feelings involved. Trying to blow up his phone when it's been turned off, so you have to wait for his call.
I'm the Wife I have his heart and soul
Your the Wifey, you just posses a few phone calls and text messages and few visits here and there.
I'm the Wife. The one he takes on those expensive vacations. The one who went through trials and tribulations and still I'm here.
When you piss him off you're gone in a flash and that's because you just there to give up the ass. Your just the one he goes to when we fight, or if I'm menstruating and he needs to do some penetrating that night.
Trust, your just the Wifey type.
Trying to play in the grown woman league.
No need to argue, yell, and scream, because if were truly your man there would be no need for insecurities.
A wife such as me does not need to do such things. I'm the one he has invested time in. Your just the hit and quite it type of thing.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I hold the crown of WIFE yesterday, today, and for always.

Copyright 2012 © PrettyWomanPersonna

Love Song

His fingers grace her neck. Fingers one, two, and three make their way around her collar bone and make her slightly hit a low octave tone. His hands move down to her shoulder; caressing them. His left hand takes her face and turns it to his and he places a kiss upon her lips while his right hand makes his home on her hips.
He taps his finger tips.
She hums to his gentle touch.
Strumming her body.
Using her pleasure points as keys.
Her vertebrae as strings; he moves in digits up and down, cheek to cheek to hear her sounds. Her whimpers and moans are the sounds he's been longing to hear. Her heart beat, is the drum. Her breathing is what creates the rhythm to the lyrics in his head. The placements of his hands on her waist and the squeezing causing her to inhale and exhale in various mummers only he could understand. Her eyes read as a music sheet and her body as the instrument.
Play that music slow and sensual. Taking his time to make sure all the notes are perfectly aligned, each cord is perfectly stroked, each sound heard is perfectly, in order to make the perfect love song. A love song that he and she can share, the only type of song that her instrument can produce to make his flute salute and thump with anticipation.
It's his song, he knows how to play it. Where to stroke the keys erotic euphoric notes
It's her body as his instrument where he touches her there and she squirms, runs his nails down her body to get her body in tune. When he kisses her and puts his hands in places and strokes her inner most cords,
doom
ping
hmm
sing to those beautiful sounds her body is making.
Play that instrument daddy.
Strike the right cord and cause a radiant sound and let it bounce off the eardrum.
Play that love song.

Copyright 2012 © PrettyWomanPersona

Submerge

Entering the room already steamy because of all the candles lit and the fireplace going. He made his way to the couch and had a seat. She walked out from the back wearing a one piece leather cat suit. Her shadow danced on the walls as she made her way towards him. Hips swaying from side.
Clack, clack, clack; the sound her heels made on the cherry floor until she stood directly in front of him. She leaned down exposing her large breast begging to be set free. He reached up for them and she playfully pushed his hand away. Moving in for her deadly kiss; the one that captures him under her spell and they lose track of time and the next thing you know....


Sweating
Her hair stuck to face and he moved it away. She rode him using the back of the couch for leverage. He wrapped his arms around her waist; guiding up and down his chocolate member. Her muscles squeezed him and he moaned. She bit her lips as she grind her hips into him. Her nails clutched the fabric leaving their imprint on them. Smacking her ass; the shape of his hands were permanently tattooed on her skin.
Perspiration
Dripping from her forehead, trickling down her nose, dropping between her breast. It rolled on to his chest. Moisture from the two bodies fused together. As her ample breast bounced in front of his face. He sticks his tongue out to catch a taste of her diamond hard nipples. The music the two made together; the moans, and groans, the squeaking of the couch springs all played well together.
Wetness
Bodies sliding around each other, even though slippery he kept a grip on her. He wrapped his hot lips around her damp neck, finding the spot to make her gush. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as close as she could. Her body bobbing up and down and her squishy pelvis popping against him. Trying to keep up with her steady riding, his eyes were rolling in the back of his head and heat from his body rising.
Wringing-wet individuals
Leaking juices from her genitals, oozing down his thickness to form a puddle of lust underneath them. As the milkiness of her center made its way down both of their thighs; watery eyes formed as her orgasm was on the rise. Tears of ecstasy grace her cheeks and he kisses the salty and sweet liquid away. And now as both their bodies begin to shake and voices mixed with screams and wails of ravishment bounced off the walls the flood gates opened and drowned the trunk that was planted inside of her.
Drenched
They both sat their panting and trying to catch their breath. Her legs to shaky to move from his lap. He lifts her off and lays her gently on her back and kisses the her silky and vaporous body. With his head upon her chest he lays there and closes his eyes to rest.


Copyright 2012 © PrettyWomanPersona

Anoymous Part 2

Heels clicked on the concrete as she went to meet her lover.
Perfume smooched the noses of people who she walked by and turned the heads of men accompanied by their women.
Lustful stares from him....Hateful stares from her.
But she didn't care, she was on a mission.
The sway of her hips, the bounce of her breast as she her pace was steady, yet quick. Looking over her shoulder, she caught the eye of many watching her.
Many smiles shot her way, frowns, and mean glances, but she knew the chances would happen.
The lady in the red dress.
So form fitting, cupping her pantiless ass, not even boy shorts could contain it. Thick legs work the four inch heels that match her exotic dress, which was backless and the rhinestone choker around the neck. Accessories shining so bright as the night lights hit them.
She reached her destination and heard all the words about her
"Damn she sexy."
"Oh, I want her."
"She think she something."
"I look better than her."
All just made her laugh as she passed the crowd and let in immediately. Swiftly she made her way to V.I.P. Ordered and drink and listened to the bass of the music that melted into her body causing her body to sway.
The stares....The glares coming from every angle, but like an creamy chocolate angel she smiled and nodded to all the eyes in her direction. She searched the crowd for her lover...sure she would find him shortly, she sipped her Mango flavored liquor, crossing her legs from one side to the other...she locked eyes with her lover.
He had been watching her. Smelled her from across the lounge. The motion of her body was quite hypnotizing and that dress. That red dress, was so inviting. How it hugged the curves he would love to drive his tongue around.
He smiled at her, she smiled back. He sent a drink over to her table which she sat so lonely at. Raising her glass as a thank you, she continued to sip liquid sexual hightener. Taking the last swallow from her glass, she decided she was going to shake her ass on the dance floor.
The music invaded her body, the liquor took over her sensation and she danced like no one was around. Her lover came up to her and place his hand around her center. His warm hands graced her skin. Her perfume and his cologne collided together causing an explosion of erotic edorphines. They danced for felt like hours to a four minute song.
She looked up at him and he went in for a kiss, stopping him with her finger to his lips. She excused herself to the restroom to freshen up. He went to the bar to wait for her.
He waited..
And waited..
And checking his watch, he waited a little longer, he was going to get up and search for her, until the waiter came back with a message from her... and it read
"Dear lover, I had a wonderful time, but I had to leave. You have turn to my point of breaking. If you want to find me is a little a clue, the red dress I wore..from me to you.


Sincerely,


Anonymously Me.

Copyright 2012 © PrettyWomanPersonna

Anonymous

Dear Future Lover,

I know you don't know me but trust and believe I'm the sexual deviant that you have been waiting for. Ready to open that erotic, raw, emotion that you have bottled up inside of you. Allow me to tap into that animalistic sense and play on that uncharted fantasy the one where bondage and sweet desserts come into play.
Warm, liquid honey.
Sticky strawberries and whip cream that melts onto your being.
Sweet Seduction.
Alluring visual.
Topped with a tantalizing taste.
Permit me to take you by the hand and lead you to a seat in the middle of the room, lights dimmed low  and a table covered with my arsenal of handcuffs, whips, and a blind fold.
Sit and relax.
Let the aroma of lavender and vanilla scented candles ease your mind.
The cuffs.
As I take your arms and pull them behind your back, kissing your neck and nibbling your earlobe. Sniffing your cologne and my head gets dizzy, but I must focus on the task at hand. With me standing behind you and only my shadow on the wall to entice, I undress into something a little more appropriate for the evening.
The blindfold, retreived from the table black and satin slid down your face, confining your eyes from my shadow dancing on the wall before you. As I make my way in front you and bend down, I decorate your lips with mine and enable you to taste my liquid hold peppermint tongue. Ripping your shirt from your body; trust me you won't need it. Attacking your chest with kiss after kiss hitting your spots to turn you on and send blood flowing to the love muscle in between. After the building up of pleasure through teasing I think we are both ready for the pleasing.
The whip.
I used to gently, but still with force awaken your senses and those "pray on me" instincts so that when I let you loose, you'll pounce on me.
How delectable.
The excitement between us is growing; I can sense it and feel it oozing from your body drawing me closer. Grabbing you by your belt buckle, I pull you to your feet and lead you to the bedroom quarters where I will continue my pleasurable torture. Yes I know your hands are still cuffed behind you, are you worried? Don't worry, you shouldn't be. Make yourself at home on the bed of roses and silk sheets. I'll uncuff you for just a moment and feed you the strawberries that I had soaking in wine and milk chocolate. While I have your lips destracted with mine, I'll cuff one hand to the bed post and then the other. I'll remove your blindfold and let your eyes behold the beauty of me.
Laughing to myself, I wipe the drool from your mouth. One more kiss, deep and passionate, tongues tickling eachother; breaking our kiss and pushing you down onto the bed and replacing my lips with this scarf. The neighbors might hear you scream.
Removing your pants from your body, to find your man standing at attention and instant salivation consumes my mouth. The eye winking at me and the vein calling me; taunting, daring me to come and feel it. So I do. Licking like its my favorite ice cream, sucking like it's the thickest milk shake. I can see your toes starting to curl and your body moving. That's my cue to mount you and ride like a tidal wave.
As I lower myself onto your massive muscle.....
I...I..I..
Damnit!

I'm running out of ink,
So this is to be continued....

Sincerely... Anonymously Me.

Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna

Time

In 15 minutes.
She met you, she read your eyes before your lips moved.
Your body language spoke volumes to her as she saw you walking
Towards her.
In 14 minutes.
Your destination was right in front of her.
Your cologne enticing her
Putting her senses in a choke hold.
In 13 minutes.
Her hand is placed in your hand, and your lips touch her skin
Introducing yourself as her future man.
Cheesy yet intriguing line, she had to see what was on your mind.
In 12 minutes.
Their conversations kept low and sensual as he
Asked her what she liked to get into, pulling her closer to him
And his hands around her waist swaying to the bass of the music.
She's so into it that she don't see anyone else but her and he.
In 11 minutes.
You were all in her head.
Almost caught her slipping, found herself
Getting too comfortable too quick
She couldn't help it though, the way his body felt against her's was sin.
In 10 minutes.
They exchanged phone numbers and even a sexy kiss.
Lips locked like a jigsaw puzzle, but like the pieces they just fit.
It had to be the lust in her that kept that craving building.
In 9 minutes.
They were in the parking lot, going hot and and heavy, hard to part with you
Because her body is so ready. Hands grabbing and squeezing, lips kissing
Tongue licking, who the fuck was she  kidding.
Ready to get it in strong and steady.
In 8 minutes
He's following her home and anticipation is growing. Whips her car into
Her parking spot and he follow suit. Fumbling with her keys to unlock the gates.
His dick pressing against her waist as he traces your fingers down her spine.
Whispering in her ear that he's about to make that pussy his.
In 7 minutes.
All clothes have hit the floor before she even had a real chance to close and lock the door
Picked up in the air and he held her there while her  thick legs are wrapped around him.
For what seemed like eternity only lasted a few seconds as he stared at her  intensely.
The lust from his body was exploding and rubbing off on her.
In 6 minutes.
She found myself on the bed with his head between her legs and his fingers pinching her
Nipples causing ripples through her core.
After it seemed like he was making his home down there.
He surprised he when he slid that big pipe in her; made her lose her breath instantly.
The gradually she found it along with the rhythm of his stroke.
In 5 minutes
She was riding that dick like she had part cowgirl in her.
Squeezing her ass and guiding her with his arms wrapped around her
Ass slapping, as he flipped her on to her stomach. Hair pulling and she loved it.
Moaning turns to screams which turn to yells and everyone she's sure can hear her
And the headboard that keeps beating; leaving marks against the wall.
In 4 minutes he's beating the pussy until it gets sore.
Muscles contracting and legs spasming she can feel herself on the verge of cumming.
His pumping increasing and sweat dripping from his brow, it was now or never for
Him to get his nut now.
In 3 minutes
Laying breathlessly on top of her.
Removes his dick from inside of her and rolls off her and heads to the bathroom.
Picking up his clothes up off the floor as he does so.
In 2 minutes he had his clothes and car keys in hand.
Kiss on forehead and said he'll call her later on, with her still laying naked in the bed.
One more look back...
In 1 minute he was gone.
9 months later
15 hours of labor
14 hours of sleepless nights because the baby won't stop crying
13 hour shifts just to make a living suitable for me and his baby.
12 hours waiting
11 hours of crying
10 hours of slaving
9 hours of wishing that she could take back that evening
8 hours of continuous calling and being sent to voicemail
7 hours of court daily to help pay for the child we created.
6 hours of mean looks from the girlfriend she didn't know you had
5 hours tick by..she grows up not knowing you
4 hours realizing she was played for a fool.
3 hours of no longer feeling sorry for myself because in reality your missing out on the best thing in the world. The smile, laugh, and love a beautiful little girl.
2 hours you see how much of a coward he is and you shake your head because your more man Than he ever were.
1 hour
This last hour
You let go of all your hate.

Copyright 2012 © PrettyWomanPersonna

3 am Remix (male version)

At this club sipping on this bottle.
And I know I'm doing wrong.
But I really need to clear my head
I know I have my lady.
Is sitting at home waiting.
While I got this girl twerking in front me.
I know I'm being such a fool
But there is something in me I can't leave
My freedom. I got to keep my playa card.
It's 3 am and my cell keeps ringing
I keep hitting the end button sending he straight to
Voicemail.
It's 3 am and I'm on my second bottle.
While shorty grinding on the floor
And she just sent me another text message
Asking where I been.
Laying up here in VIP. Naked girl in front of me
But on my mind, is my baby.
All shit I'm doing is going to come back to haunt me
May even result in her leaving
Another night and I'm coming in with so many excuses
I know I'm being such a fool
But there is something in me I can't leave
My freedom. I got to keep my playa card
It's 3 am and my cell keeps ringing
I keep hitting the end button sending he straight to
Voicemail.
It's 3 am and I'm on my second bottle.
While shorty grinding on the floor
And she just sent me another text message
Asking where I been.
She don't need this in her life
I should have been made her my wife
All the ups and downs in our life.
It's time I step up and be a real man
I know I'm being such a fool
But there is something in me I can't leave
My freedom. I got to keep my playa card
It's 3 am and my cellphone keeps ringing
I keep hitting the end button sending her straight to
Voicemail.
It's 3 am and I'm on my second bottle.
While shorty grinding on the floor
And she just sent me another text message
Asking where I been.
At this club sipping on this bottle.
And I know I'm doing wrong.
But I really need to clear my head.

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3 In the Morning

Feeling like I'm losing touch with reality, not just normal reality, but the type when your completely in love with somebody. I can feel in my heart of hearts that the one I call my baby, is calling another woman his lady got me pacing the ground. I probably should talk to somebody.
My heart needs stitches,
Who knew love could hurt so badly.
I think I need a love medic.
I called his phone and immediately goes to voice mail.
And its 3 in the morning and my baby won't pick up his phone.
He's probably out kicking with some random chicken head
While I'm here waiting for him to come home.
It's 3 in the morning and I'm feeling kind of stupid.
Looking at the door waiting for him to walk through it.
He must have lost his mind.
Don't he know it's 3 in the morning.
Keep glancing at the clock and my attitude is changing going from worried to pissed off in a hurry. Lit a cigarette, he causing me to start smoking. Got me wanting to choke somebody. Fuck this I'm packing up my suit case, going to leave this place.
I'm too good to be unappreciated.
I won't deal with another night alone.
My heart needs stitches
Who knew love could hurt so badly.
I think I need a love medic.
I called his phone and immediately goes to voicemail.
It's 3 in the morning and my baby won't pick up his phone.
He's probably out kicking it with some random chicken head.
While I'm sitting for him to come home
It's 3 in the morning and I'm feeling kind of stupid
Looking at the door waiting him to walk through it.
He must have lost his mind.
Don't he know it's 3 in the morning.
Been dealing with his triffling ass.
Should have been left this man.
I have given him all I have.
Now it's time to find someone who would value mine..
My heart needs stitches
Who knew love could hurt so badly.
I think I need a love medic
I called his phone and immediately it goes to voicemail.
It's 3 in the morning and my baby won't pick up his phone.
He's probably out kicking it with some random chicken head
While I'm waiting for him to come home.
It's 3 in the morning and I'm feeling kind of stupid
Looking at the door waiting him to walk through it.
He must have lost his mind.
Don't he know it's 3 in the morning.
But I guess he doesn't care.
Wonder if he will when he finds that I'm no longer there.
Leaving at 3 in the morning.


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