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' ' But it was real, I could feel it' 'Then I am afraid I played against your wit' I have never heard from him After that night I just hope my feeling is right Its all over as it almost seems He was a one night stand I hoped he would understand Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi