Last night, I was good.
Not the kind of good that made him speak in tongues
and beg God for mercy.
although he did.
Not the kind of good that made his toes curl,
although it did.
Not the kind of good that makes his eyes roll into the
back of his eyes.
Although there was a moment I thought I needed to
Call the exorcist.
Not the kind of good where he took a page from
Love jones and cooked me breakfast.
Although he did serve it
With a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
I was the kind of good that
Made him collapse next to me,
pull me into his arms
And to talk
While he stroked my hair
And gazed into my eyes.
I was so good that
I was his better half.
Unfortunately, I was so good
that it was over in two minutes.
| hahaha i love this. This is amazing. Nice job.|
|| Posted on 2007-03-16 00:00:00 | by Flowerinbloom | [ Reply to This ] || That was alright but the flow was choppy n forced and u used da saying "Not the kind of good"|
I was laughing at da end though it was the best part beceause many girl/woman can realte to this......n i wasnt expecting dat.
Well hope to hear from ya and keep writng
|| Posted on 2007-02-23 00:00:00 | by theman | [ Reply to This ] || I'm not for sure if that was supposed to be humerous at the end but I thought that it was. It was very good write though. I've felt that way before, sometimes given on the right person on the right night I feel that way pretty often.||| Posted on 2007-02-23 00:00:00 | by ashlee_jane2003 | [ Reply to This ] |