He's Yours...

It’s funny, how you can call him at work
And hear him tell you that he’s gonna be
Late, but he was sitting at the table eating
Off my plate.

I laugh when I see him drop you off at the salon
Just to have him drive around the block and pick
Me up from the door you just walked in.

How he sends you flowers
On Valentine’s Day,
But comes over and
Caresses me anyway.

I know you enjoy his kisses, but as of late,
You’re tasting my hips, my thighs,
And the pussy he just ate.

He tells your mother that he really does
Love you, and he tells his friend that he
Just wants to fuck you.

In his eyes, your a princess, and I am his queen.
That might explain the rose on your chest,
And the diamond in my ring.

I cried when he said you
Begged him not to leave,
And then he was down on
His knees kissing my feet.

Girlfriend, his real actions
Are colder than December.
True, he's yours...but I got him.
Something you should remember.

written by
Nachyre
The Righteous Bytch
©2000


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