He was a one night stand
I hoped he would understand
Afterall he was a grown up male
Used to frequently dishing out this same tale
There he stood out at the club
As I sat listening to a rock band
My legs were weak
My pants were wetting up like a freak
my heart was pounding
Tick, Tock, tick
my nipples were standing still
waiting for strong hands to feel them
and touch them until they stood erect
They strongly needed that effect
He was a one nightstand
but also arrogantly a snob
Somehow I managed to wave my wagic wand
In a land of music as he followed me
to my hotel hub
We started out in the bathroom tub
I had a strong sexual urge
So a huge interest in him I forged
As he pumped in and out
I had to rest with a bottle of stout
Before we copulated again
having a ball
In between it all
We caught a few hours sleep
then I disappeared
leaving him with memories to keep
He was a one night stand
I hoped he would understand
Instead I was bombarded
with numerous phonecalls
telling me that standing him up
would be the begining of my downfall
He stalked me night and day
'Its over accept, I would say'
He stopped me once on my return from work
it was dark and the streets were empty
but he wanted to talk
'When we made love, why did you show me feelings of care'
' Sweetheart I did then but no more, I'm afraid this life is unfair'
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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