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Ladies you say, all the good guys have been taken
I am here to say, you're completely mistaken
A sensitive guy, let me introduce him
He is down to earth and his name is Tim
A sense of humor, a poet as well
Stay away from those guys, that treat you like hell
They say that good guys, always finish last
He'll keep going, when others are half mast
He'll open your doors, make you feel like a Queen
Others won't notice, But with him you'll be seen
So line up ladies, he could be your prize
His smile has sparkle, he has bedroom eyes
He wants forever, not just a one night stand
If you play your cards right, he'll ask for your hand
You can have honest, excitement as well
If you're the right woman, he'll succumb to love's spell
Dedicated to my friend Tim Smith, a true romantic.
I told myself I wasn’t gonna be
Just your one night stand
But that’s exactly what I turned out to be
Just that girl you used to love
I used to be your everything
Now I’m just that ex
Who’s still so very much in love
But the one you only fall back on
When everything else falls apart
And I keep telling myself
That I’m gonna stop putting my heart thru this
But when the chance comes
To be wrapped in your arms
Or to taste your sweet kiss
Something inside me melts
And I just can't resist
I find myself falling back into your trap
Back into all those old feelings I still can't escape
And every time I know better
Cuz I’m always the one that winds up getting hurt
And yet still I let the cycle go on
Everyone continues to ask me why
And that’s one of the many questions
I can't even answer for me myself and I
I guess being your friend
Beats not having you in my life at all
But one day someone will see
Something inside of me
Something you never did
One day someone is gonna come along
And steal me away
One day when you realize what you had
All this time sitting right there in front of you
One day it's gonna be too late
And I’ll be gone for good
Once and for all!
You say you won’t
But then you do
You’re a sweet contradiction
Through and through
You say you love me
Then say you don’t
You’re a sweet contradiction
When you write a note
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When we kiss goodnight
Yes you’re in denial
Most of the time
You’re a sweet contradiction
Girl that’s fine
You make a statement
That’s just not true
You’re a sweet contradiction
But I love you
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
All through the night
You’re inconsistent
But you know I care
You’re a sweet contradiction
Thats not being fair
This situation
Getting out of hand
You’re my sweet contradiction
Not a one night stand
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When I hold you tight
© Copyright KC.Leake
24th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
Belinda was a real knock-out,
the finest lady a lucky guy could find,
she let her desires explode in semi-darkness
as the ascending moon refrained from shining brightly.
Our fervent passion took us to the extremes,
kisses sweeter than chocolate drove us wild,
hugs warmer than the evening sun lit our internal fire,
nights never ended their eternal bliss as sunrise dazzled and blinded us.
Where's my pretty Belinda...in the arms of someone else?
No, Belinda don't delude yourself: I was the best of your conquests,
gentler and more sensual than those one-night stand guys who used you and left!
Will you go back to those moon-lit nights when our rolling bodies were free of guilt?
I hug the pillow where her head rested after the explosion occurred
in our bodies emitting sweat and the heaviest breath to enjoy the ecstasy,
then with kisses that only I could invent, I caressed her with my warm hands;
she smiled to let me finish what I started with eagerness and bring it to completion...
fulfilling my desires with insatiable sensuality! Oh, Belinda was a real knock-out!
There was no gal more beautiful than Belinda...everything in her was perfection;
she only left a farewell note that the morning breeze tossed,
" Thanks for a wonderful night. " Was that all that she wanted? To use me and leave,
making me forever remember that Belinda was a real knock-out?
One night at my hotel bar,
I saw a vision dressed in white.
As soon as our eyes would meet,
We suffered lust at first sight.
Without any introductions,
We just headed for the door.
Once we made it to my room,
Our clothes dropped right to the floor.
The chemistry was electric,
As we climbed up sultry towers.
We pushed it to the limit,
Then went on for three more hours.
Our hearts pounding in our chest,
And our bodies feeling weak.
We let forth a final scream,
As we reached that final peak.
With tears dripping from her eyes,
And moisture dripping from my head.
We shared one more sloppy kiss,
Then we climbed right out of bed.
After putting on our clothes,
Without words and no delays.
We released a heavy sigh,
And we went out separate ways.
No phone numbers were exchanged,
We didn't ask each other's name.
The story of this one night stand,
We saw, we conquered, we came!
Pale moon in the sky have you lost your way?
For your realm is night, not the bright of day.
Your face is white, are you sick, not OK?
Your healthy skin brown tanned - hides your pocked hinterland.
Scars of sebaceous gland - the pimples picked by hand.
But in the light of day, all can be seen.
The crater marks simply gleam, glow obscene,
On your pale moon face, to shame and demean.
So my dear pale face moon - your fans still want to croon
To bay, howl, not at noon - but in midnight's dark gloom,
So dear moon, please keep away and don't stray,
After a one-night stand onto the strand.
For you risk being labeled a has-been,
So starkly pale, in the bright light at noon.
BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!"
I gather myself after the fall,
stumbling into the wall.
It took me a while, but I reached my goal.
"About time"
my friend said ..
He wanted to hit the strip club.
Depressed from lost love.
Hungry,
with the sex munchies,
reluctantly,
I gave in.
I get dressed like a female
so it took some time.
I had to grease my braids,
cover with a plastic cap,
to shower..
Shave my face...
What to wear?
as I stand naked and stare.
I chose a white long sleeved under shirt
Ralph Lauren jeans.
A red pullover vest,
strapped silver around my neck,
With high top Jordan's on my feet.
Red,
To match my attire.
Tie my Durag tight,
white,
covered by my NY cap,
red.
which I had bought the day before.
I am big on my appearance.
We started the night of right,
put something funky in air.
Alcoholic mixed drinks,
This is how we prepare.
Glossy eyed and tipsy,
pear shaped booties everywhere.
Short mini skirts,
spaghetti straps,
and stiletto's.
Chances to flirt,
inspired and relaxed,
my confidence grows!!
another one night stand,
perhaps....
I dance!!!!
Jared Pickett
1/23/2010
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Our eyes met
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent sweet
Perfect purr
Drinks drunk
We make our leave
Joining hands
Like a weavers weave
Late night walk
Hand in hand
The talk is sweet
Of the loving kind
We stop and share
A dreamy kiss
As we read our minds
Eventful wish
Back at mine
I pour us drinks
Moet Champagne
To me she winks
Close we hold
Each others frame
Dancing slow
With this gorgeous dame
Adventurous hands
Explore each other
Naked flesh
Revealed from cover
As i hold her close
Her breasts charm me
Pert icons
Caress me
My manly hands
Run through her mane
Down her spine
To my wanting aim
Her curves so arced
Architectural gem
As she gently strokes
My wanting stem
She takes my hand
And sits me down
Astride my thighs
Slides on my crown
Slowly we share
Each others joy
As we pant and groan
This girl and boy
Throbbing bulge
Inside her heavenly cave
To adorn her walls
Our pulsing craves
I pull her in
As we release our flows
Joyous moans
As our bodies glow
We kiss and enjoy
Our united mix
As our tongues unite
With passioned slick
We share a shower
And lay down our heads
Cuddling close
In a silken bed
I awake in the morning
To a note left near
Beside the message
The drawing of a tear
Last night my dear
I was blessed like a dove
Your my one night stand
My negative love
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Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
Wild and loud,
When the world several feet below,
Full of envy, shouted at us,
“Come down quickly!
Quick!”
Boyhood charmed me and
Did not harm me
It was a different time,
A different boy-game
All was different
Including the falsehood of the time
Fibs were crammed with the essence of joy.
Mawkish, they strengthened the walls of
Defence, by pulse or by slush —
One gave way for the other to flourish.
And I saw things the way they truly were,
Either red or white;
Nothing like reddish-white
Or whitish-red.
Just red or white.
Plain.
Pure and simple.
I didn’t mix colours except when I was painting
With brush and colours on drawing paper
White with the innocence of dawn
Watercolour streamed with tears
Genuinely shed with common bliss.
Our loudest poem was Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star
I’ve never ceased to wonder how they twinkled
In the dull eyes of dinosaurs!
And there was Humpty Dumpty,
Our dear friend.
Santa or Father Christmas,
Called and addressed according to your own side of
The pond, possessed the redness that charmed us
And the whiteness that froze us with ecstasy
And with the dynamism of Sunday school songs
Oh, his beard! Mammatus clouds so full and rolling!
The outlines of trees back then resembled the clusters of
Overgrown clouds laughing their senses off
Above us foolish little masquerades
A scene of a flowering act.
With our eyes we saw it all
Just like the television series we saw —
They all made sense —from Gunsmoke to
Bonanza and Hawaii-50
We saw all with grey, tiny eyes on grainy television
Screens, elevated boxes of palatial balls
Those days smelled differently —
With the fragrance of natural love
And the beats of honourable music
And we scribbled figures of maths on
Each other’s back, symbols of agricultural tools.
Oh, the arrangements of the planets,
Beginning with Earth,
Our darling Earth,
Since charity must commence at home.
Politics was far from us
So was double entendre . . .
A one-off incident,
Boyhood is a museum —
You take nothing with you while
Exiting it.
I drive back to it only on the reference gear.
She felt his presence by her side
Her first reaction – unimpressed.
She turned her head, a toss of hair,
The situation she assessed.
Maybe it was the dauntless smile
Perhaps the wicked twinkling eyes
The self-assurance in his poise...
Do warning bells ever suffice?
She sipped her drink and options weighed
He praised her looks and wispy gown
His flavoured words - delicacy
Her guard she weakly lowered down.
Till late at night beneath the stars
They danced to music, hands on hips
If ever doubts had crossed her mind
Erased they were by burning lips.
She found him suave and debonair
His face, ethereal, divine
Attentive eyes looked deep within
His lips still tasted of sweet wine.
The music played; he held her tight
Each sense alive and needing more
She whispered breathlessly to him,
"There's more to me you must explore."
Behind closed doors, he lay her down
And kissed each part that he undressed
Before her nakedness was shown
Her face he tenderly caressed.
"I will not take what is not mine;
You will not be a one night stand."
"My love," she said with bated breath,
You'll guide my life; I'll guide your hand."
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)