Cheap printed sheets
On an old lumpy mattress
blankets piled up at the feet
At the head
Flattened pillows stained yellow
We were becoming bedfellows
Throwing her shoes on the floor
She wasn’t there for the decor
Just cheap thrills
Looking for someone to fulfill
Moaning and gasping my name
Anything to forget her pain
Even for a little while
I definitely cracked a smile
And maybe for a moment I felt special
An old  man claiming his vessel
She was a hot piece of *** on fire
I had no intention of getting tired
screaming like a banshee in the night
Validating my manhood felt so right
Afterwards she said
“ I have to go home “
I replied “Baby don’t leave me alone “
she said
“My husband needs to know”
Her heart was full of cold
Right there I knew she was a menace
But somedays
I wasn’t sure who was suppose to be jealous

Death
was the gift
we all wanted
but were too scared to accept

I
stared endlessly
at her voluptuous lips
her voice
like a smooth jazz
on a rainy day
caressing  my ears
while the raindrops
pelted the window panes
eagerly wanting to taste
the sounds leaving her mouth

I
remember a time
when an imaginary friend
was real
and portable phones were
make believe

She
moved place to place
in search of a new face
every where she went
new relationships
only to be left behind
every time she lost her mind
new place
new face
until she found the one
who played the game
and finally won

Some memories
were like winter chills
while others were summer breezes
time wasted for many reasons
for all relationships go
through all the seasons

Her tongue
spoke words of pain
of a love taken in vain
by a man who drove her insane
leaving her to blame
hoping he suffers the same
intolerable shame