Days of the Week
by dapharoah69


I came like snow Monday
when Tuesday rolled around to find you so horny for me.

At a quarter to three I was on my knees
desperately sucking away seconds

thinking it was inches

how I was sadly mistaken...
beautiful skin turning to minutes
turning to the hour I would forever dread...

12 midnight:

another day:
Wednesday slid on my tongue

the way you did in the old days
when we had Thursdays to look forward to
and Fridays to interpret our version of foreplay.
Saturdays I felt so lonely,

...so blue
because Sunday came

...and seemed hesitant to leave!
and I cry and sigh and hold myself and long for Mondays
'cause it reminded me of the length of your nature

SUCH TORTURE!
another day to try to get over you
another day to tell myself you belong to another woman

SUCH TORMENT!
and I wind up being the Other Man...
and there goes Tuesday again
and I'm willing my phone to ring for Wednesday
because Thursday I'm so gone,

so frustrated

so blue
how could I live without you?
I watched the sun set and the moon rise,
counting Saturn's rings as I bring in Friday
remembering I seen you at the mall with another niggah
telling myself that maybe I was dumb for competing
with your lovely, loving wife.

I remember one Sunday

she took me to church

she handed me a Bible with a smile

and recited in my ear a verse

when she was done

I went home that day

and in my head her words did reverberate

could she have known about me and you?

I would never know

because Monday had come too soon.
And then it started to rain
reminding me of my pain
wanting to die; wanting to breathe your air
but here comes Saturday and I masturbate,
trying to will up every thought,
every second of passion we shared

Is it Saturday or is it Wednesday

I'm so discombobulated

I'm so terribly manipulated;

manipulated inside something twisted

and I have to face all seven days feeling wicked

Karma has its own rules of engagement

now I feel in your life I'm so irrelevant.
and when I lay spent you knock on my door Sunday
and I'm abashed with guilt
so I let the door bell ring

and I go back to sleep
smiling through my tears,
debating should I bring in Monday
with the gentle stroke of my wrist...

cumming myself into another glorious Tuesday.