Over and over and over again.
I date and somehow end up with the same kind of men.
It starts out nice like it usually does,
And ends up differently from it usually was.
The same kind of men play the same kind of games.
Only thing different about them is their names.
But when it all comes down to the end of the night,
I'm struttin' with a man thinking everything's right.
But deep down in my heart I know there's something wrong.
But for my own sake and his, I keep playing along.
We arrive at my doorstep at the stroke of one.
I look at him firmly like "You need to bounce son."
I try to think of a logical response to send him on his
way,
But this man right here, he is very determined to stay.
We stand here for a minute as he glares at my curves.
And I become nervous and begin to tamper with my purse.
I managed to say "Goodbye, had a nice time."
He looked at me crazily as if I committed some crime.
He said "But baby I want to come in..."
And how stupid of me to just easily let him win.
I unlocked my door and led him to the family den,
But I figured that's not the only room he'd venture in.
He came up to my bedroom and let me undress.
He was lucky to see me in my lacy, black sets.
We talked and laughed and sipped some wine.
He glared at me steadily as if I knew he were mine.
All locked up inside, I knew this was wrong,
And before anything happened, I wanted him gone.
I said I was tired and kindly escorted him to the door,
Then he smiled and pinned me immediately down on the floor.
I wasn't enjoying it at all at first, not one bit.
And I knew that to get him off me, this man must be hit.
I loved him as a friend and nothing more than that,
But somewhere along the way this man failed to realize
that.
He lifted up my slender dress to my lacy, black panties.
There was nothing in the world to help me and my mind
couldn't command me.
He revealed my long, chocolate legs.
He looked at me as if he wanted to beg.
I let him and I'm not exactly sure why.
The way he softly touched and caressed me made me want to
cry.
His big, strong hands were too much for me.
I couldn't help but scream, couldn't possibly.
I knew this was wrong, but it felt really right.
Or maybe I just thought this because I was overcome with
fright.
I woke up the next morning to vaguely remember the mystery.
I told the man to call me tomorrow, he left, and the rest
was history.
I laid there and wondered why it was me he fancied.
But I realized, it had to be my lacy, black panties.

LaLa Curse
1/30/04