Waiting

Hair, nails, and toes done to perfection. Dress he liked me in clung to my curvaceous accentuations accentuating each and every curve, and this man did not show, call, or text; he has got some damn nerve! As much as I enjoyed it, wanted to punch him right in his erection!

The hour he was supposed to arrive passed and was joined by relatives. Should have not went thru so much trouble, could have went out on my own sooner, and that would have been my prerogative. It is a full day later, and forgiveness has been dispensed; yet there is one thing that has my heart hurting and hating. It was so easy, too easy for my man not to show up, not to call, not to text, and just have me waiting.

 - by Selim (Just a sista wanting her voice heard)