The
Morning After
The morning after sex it’s the
best worst feeling that a man could have, although I couldn’t believe what I
just done, she had to leave and there I stayed at the foot of the bed with lust
and regrets in my head. I stood up to
shake off all sin and try to cleanse my face of remorse before I let the todays
thoughts run its course on me. Thinking of how good she felt and how our time
together was time based and I couldn’t even be awake to see her off, you see
this situation gets more and more complex. Awaiting your call from the morning
rise to the night fall, I go about my day in a mental cloud, hoping that
somehow you would shoot me down. Last night brought something out of us, that
neither one of us could trust. We don’t
cuddle after we make love…or to have you tell it, “made sex”. I can only talk
to you when you call me. I go about my
day with thoughts of you, friends counsel doesn’t seem to register to me. I
realized that I fell in hopeless love instead.
I got a phone call in mid-day, my
homeboy Brandon, he called to check on last night and thought he could get me
to spill whatever beans of last night’s happenings. But I couldn’t tell em’ the
way she felt to me, how her body felt like the comfort of a cool but warm bed
in the middle of a cold wintry night to me naw, I couldn’t let em know she has
my nose wide open, hoping with every inhale I can intake the same air she
breathes. So like any man of false pride and integrity I sugar coated. “So how was that box last night bro”? Brandon
asked, with a cavalier reply I said “It was ight, nothing too crazy, it was a
nut!” As I was explaining to Brandon about my night, I felt so inadequate and
distraught at myself, knowingly lying, but when a man is realizing he is
telling a lie….we continue on with telling a lie. So caught up in a daze of
last night and keeping up with a lie, I continue to drift into thoughts of last
night and how she made me feel…the real thing it can’t be, love never visited me ever, cause you can’t one
night stand love. As my boy Brandon was
explaining to me his endeavors of last night I heard a sound bit on my iPhone,
I looked at it, and saw last night
probably wasn’t at all gone to memory, here she is texting me, although I’m fresh out of a relationship that
lasted all but 9months, it felt as though I invested 9 years. I saw last night’s message it stated “Thinking
about you”, now these types of words are Sade’s symphony to a man’s ear, makes
a man’s third leg stretch.
