at the club on a Friday night, he is the first thing that I spot
the tallest, most muscular frame
bald-headed with the softest skin and the sexiest smile
his body language and walk spell out S-E-X
walking past him, my thoughts run faster than a marathon, including my heart beat and body temperature
pausing, I revamp my trip to just walk past him again
mingling in the crowd, trying to get as close to him as I could without being obvious
standing next to him in the midst of the crowd, I notice and begin smelling his sexy cologne
wanting so bad to kiss on his neck, I know that I must get my hormones under control
admiring his full lips and chocolate skin, I must be rescued from my thoughts
fitted so scrumptous in his suit, it doesn't make any sense for him to be that fine
having been satisfied with the visual, I switch my full hips and round backside to the bar
after ordering my drink, I notice him and a woman headed to the dance floor
seeing the fact that she came with him, I assume that they're together
picking up my glass, I form my own thoughts about the couple......
sitting at the bar drinking my Hennessey and Strawberry flavoring
I can't take my eyes off of him
full of sexual tension, I become warm between my legs
sweat dripping from my head, I get up to walk around
wanting to dance close to him, I'm tempted to walk up and interrupt his flow
tossing my hair back and forth, my jealousy rises
"she don't know what to do with him," speaking to myself
"she can't dress, act, or handle a man like that," thinking out loud
I know that he has a woman
I'm not home wrecker, never to mess up a happy home
but I'm a hater, hating on his chick
something in me just wants to say fuck his woman
just wanting the opportunity to take him to my place and have my way with him
but, my "good girl" style won't allow it
especially considering that he's not the only sexy brother in here
after sitting back down, I order another drink
turning around in my seat, I watch them dance so passionately and sexually,
seeing myself catch an attitude, I just pay for my drink and headed to the door
thinking back to what I saw, I daydream about he and I dancing so slow, so sensual
laughing at my petty jealous, I could only imagine if I would see him again
but...maybe another Friday night
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