by Latesha MillerIt all began because I felt that tingle.
U know the one u get
When ur clit sings jingles.
“Ur tongue and my tip sittin’ in a tree
S-U-C-K-I-N-G.”
But from there, u were useless.
U never were anything other than a good fuck.
Ur relationship etiquette sucked,
But ur head…
Now that deserved awards.
I don’t know how u workin’ her,
But u twirked the shit outta me.
Damn near gave me nose bleeds
With all the heavy breathing.
U working her labia 2 though.
I can tell.
By the way her eyez swell,
Like they’ve seen something far too amazing to blink in its presence.
Especially when I walk up and give you a “hey-I-still-hate-u-but-imma-be-on-some-grown-girl-shit-and-pretend-like-I-forgive-ur-trifling-ass-‘cause-I’ve-moved-on” hug.
And when you hold on too long,
I feel her eyez learn my jean size.
And when ur hands slide off my lower back,
Well, more like my upper backside
‘Cause u wanna see if that thang is still phat,
She learns my bra size.
Natural hair color.
Eye color.
Looks to see who made my purse.
But u know me.
I just play it cool.
Turn and give that bitch a hug, too.
That u-think-you-stole-her-bitch-but-we-both-know-she-still-yearns-for-the-juicy-walls-of-my-heavens hug.
And we all just stand there
Fakin’ like we care about new jobs.
Frontin’ like we should all go out.
Outwardly smirkin’,
Inside, wonderin’,
Does she know that after yall fucked last night
U called me?
Unsatisfied.
How u played with urself 4 me?
How u got off
On…
Me?
While me and my now made spit babies?
‘Cuz u needed to hear my kinky phrases?
My “lick these walls clean”s and “punish this pussy daddy”s?
Phrases that get u places she’s neva even thought of being invited to?
Especially when I challenged the head between my legs.
Told it to show me whose pussy this is.
That’s when u came.
Does she know that?
That u had the kind of ‘gasm that makes teeth puncture lips.
And acrylic nails scratch plaster.
How you made a moan that could raise hearing aid stock?
How afterwards, I just hung up on u & we laughed?
‘Cuz u sounded like a congested hyena.
I think this as yall stand there and try to fake ur happiness.
She stares.
Tries to figure out why we seem closer than we should.
I’m smiling my fake I-know-something-you-don’t-know smile.
Psychologically challenge this poor excuse for a replacement.
After two minutes of unscripted acting and false promises,
We all do the same I-really-cant-stand-you-but-I’m-tryna-be-nice hugs.
And I walk away.
The right way.
Not fast, in a hurry.
Not slow, like I wanna stay.
Just the right pace.
With an extra bounce,
To make sure all my jingles jangle.
And when the perfect timing comes,
I turn back.
Give you the hey-I-caught-u-peeking smirk
Pout my lips a little.
Look her up and down.
Give her that yeah-bitch-I-caught-u-too-and-just-think-you-could-neva-be-a-bitch-like-me smile.
Give the spirit fingers good-bye.
Bend over just a little.
U know the bend.
The don’t-u-wanna-come-get-it-but-na-na-nee-boo-boo-u-cant-have-it bend.
Put my bag in the car,
Slide in beside my bag,
Pull off,
And wipe the tears from my cheeks.
