by Chereen Fredericks

I can call your name when I'm in ecstasy
when your lying right next to me.
I can say your name, so glad you "came" 
to take me for a ride, 
but when you leave it hurts my pride. 

Sometimes I cry for you, 
well after the "lovin" is through.
when the sheets are dry, 
I have a lonely cry.
Because emotionally your not there,
but still I find a reason to care.
Looking for a reason to believe,
trying to understand why you so blatantly deceive,
cum and leave and always Receive,
Receive!! but never give,
this is not love story I wanted to live.
I can rely on you to be "rock hard"
but in your life I have no real part.
When we "make love" you ask who it belongs to? 
Pride and Penis swell when I answer "you"  
know it belongs to you.
You dick I can slip and slide on, 
get buck wild and ride on,
but you offer no shoulder to cry on!

You make me cum to a place that no other man can achieve,
but your words I can never believe. 
Your mine only for the time that are bodies meet as one,
but only lies fall from your tongue. 
The tongue that probes my most vulnerable places, 
but in the morning there are no traces 
that you were even there, 
and certainly no reason to believe you care.

You?? by Chereen Fredericks

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