tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67529413417689880352024-03-05T02:27:56.326-08:00And Then There Was NestaThese are the stories, adventures, interests, motivations and actions of a young Dominican man striving to make a difference in his island home. Please join the journey and share in the experiences. Thank You...DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-55272100989861002452017-02-21T17:12:00.001-08:002017-02-21T17:12:57.982-08:00Intimate Reverie<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Intimate Reverie</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">by Delroy Nesta Williams</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She's not my cup of tea</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But I would love her to be my coffee </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I usually sweeten with brown sugar</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But I've always yearned for honey.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She's not my wifey</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">To the contrary</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She can be an appetizer, even my side dish,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But never the main chick</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That's just the way my life is</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She has to remain my little secret</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">One of my guilty pleasures</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I wish I could have her everyday</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But things would become suspicious </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Just the look in her eyes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And I can already tell</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She brings more to the bedroom </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Than I've ever experienced:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Those glistening lips</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That wicked stare</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I see a devilish thirst</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That I want to quench</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And I've got a hunger in my bones</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That only she can satiate - </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Tie my limbs to a bed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And beat the shit out of me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I'm usually the dominant one</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But for her, I'm perfectly fine with being submissive</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Get some whip cream, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Maraschino cherries</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Melted chocolate and strawberries </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">With ever stroke of the whip</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Biting my lips and speaking only gibberish</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Some candle wax to pour over my abs and chest</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Bobbing and weaving from the heat</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Like she's punishing me for cheating</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">"I've been bad, really bad," I scream </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">As she continues to beat me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Bites all over, leaving teeth marks etched in my flesh</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I can already picture the two of us together: </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Unbridled, passionate sex!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">No feelings, no words</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Just hop on top and ride the waves</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">As her juices flow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Mixing with my sweat </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">The Rosalie river meeting the Atlantic Ocean </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Drowning in the passion </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Moans and groans as she grinds on me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Nails digging into my chest</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Pulling off skin and flesh</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">But I refuse to cry out in pain</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">War wounds, for a soldier, are a source of pride</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Just at that moment, she slows down but doesn't stop</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I feel her pussy muscles tightening up</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Puts one finger over her lips, "ssssshhhh!!!!!!!!!!"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And rotates her waist with a quick jolt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Uncontrollably I flood her cunt...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">In her eyes I can see she wants more</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That's merely round 1 I thought...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">As I move from under her</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Picking her up</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Raise her above my head</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And slowly lay her back down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Eyes excited licking her lips</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She's grabbing the back of her head</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">As I move in for a kiss</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Salivary exchanges while I'm cupping her breasts</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Her nails, again, digging into my flesh</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I can hear her moans</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Escaping softly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">So I lay soft bites on her chin</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Her neck and her shoulder blade next</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Using my right arm to raise her left leg</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Simultaneously she's wrapping the right one around my waist </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Sticking me into place</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I'm sensing warmth emanating from her cunt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And feeling sweet liquids flowing down her legs</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She's wetter than the rivers in Belles</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">"Fuck me... fuck me...," <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">why cheat?</td></tr>
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she whispers as she bites the tip of my ear</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Gripping my head and pulling at my hair</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I wriggle a little to slide inside</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Slowly stroking to gain some rhythm </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Baby girl goes from moaning to screaming</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">In a few seconds</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">From woman to beast</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Eyes rolling in the back of her head</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Something like an exorcism </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">She begging for more</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And I'm wondering where I'm getting it</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">My dick is all the way inside</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And she still isn't satisfied</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I'm quickening my pace</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Moving like a rabbit in heat</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Fall back on my back as I buss it all out on the white sheets</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">In the back of my mind I hear her dissatisfied and questioning</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">"That's it?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And just then and there </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I shake from my reverie</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">It's best i leave this chick alone</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And stick to what I know</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I love my wife</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">and although the sex isn't perfect</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">We've built, together, a wonderful life.</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-78700284394433386132014-11-27T17:41:00.000-08:002014-11-27T17:41:23.097-08:00Dust <div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;">
Dust<br />By Delroy Nesta Williams</div>
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"Where the hell have you been all this time?" She asked me.</div>
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Confused, I looked on. We had only just met about 20 minutes ago. I knocked into her as I was entering the supermarket, doing my weekly shopping for cereal and snacks. I was only now beginning to settle into a routine schedule since moving here to attend school.</div>
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She had almost dropped to the floor and after my incessant attempts at an apology; she agreed to have a hot chocolate with me. At first we didn't say much to each other, I was still feeling bad about knocking her down as I was busily fumbling with my phone. But then she started to quiz me and before I knew what was going on, she was giving me intimate details of her childhood.</div>
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She was an only child raised by a single mother on the outskirts of Bridgetown. Though she didn't have the luxuries of life, she was always happy until a traffic accident left her mother unable to walk, unable to work. She had to quit school and find work to support her family. Her mother has been her whole world from since childhood and they were more like siblings. She never knew her father and only had a few pictures stored away in a photo album to go on just in case she somehow managed to cross his path one day. She said she only wanted to have a short conversation with him and ask him 3 basic questions but if our discussion was anything to go by, I wouldn't bet on it.</div>
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Although she told me a very sad tale, she still had a glimmer in her eyes, like she expected life to give her as much as she had already given of herself. She had that assured confidence when she spoke although she was quite reserved at first, offering only one-word answers when I fired a question or two at her in my responses to her questions.</div>
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But the conversation didn't feel like a job interview or some police interrogation. Not at all. I felt at home with her, like I was speaking to my very best friend, a rekindling after spending the summer vacation overseas. It felt like a reconnection after a brief sojourn apart from one another.</div>
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And then she smiled. A smile that reminded me of a past life; my past life. One that I had left behind a few months ago before deciding that I needed a new environment. A smile that hid a sadness that's present deep down in your heart. I should know, I bore that smile for years up until a few months ago.</div>
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Dominica had become increasingly stifling for me with the political turmoil, and the indifference that was slowly but surely creeping into our society was worrying. I made a choice to leave to further my studies but in truth, I left so I could live my life without the restrictions that Dominica had used to pigeon-hold me all this time.</div>
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My every move was under the microscope. Everybody knew me. I couldn't go anywhere without being recognized, who could live like this? The last straw came a few months before I left, since then I had just be coasting through the days awaiting my departure.</div>
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I had opened up to Kevin, a very close friend about a secret and instead of offering advice and words of comfort he proceeded to belt out abusive, damaging accusations. In an instant he reduced our friendship to nothing.</div>
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Now here I was sitting next to this Bajan young lady, who was pouring her soul out to me. I needed to listen, understand and be there for her, in any way that I could. I knew what she was going through, that was exactly what I had wished I had received from Kevin back in Dominica. I had gotten the opposite though. Putting myself in her shoes, I knew that I couldn’t just walk away now.</div>
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"All she needed was a good makeover and she would be the envy of all the girls and redirect the attention of the guys," I thought to myself.</div>
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The conversation kind of got stuck and I didn't know what else to say or ask so I just blurted out an invitation to her. I hesitantly formed those words with my lips and was afraid of rejection the moment the words left my mouth.</div>
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"So you want to come over my place, I could cook or order pizza or something?" I asked.</div>
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The thing is I couldn't cook. I could barely fry eggs. I lived off cereal, pizza and KFC. I expected her to turn down my invitation but she surprised me.</div>
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"Let me just call my mom and let her know I will be out a little later," she said.</div>
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And with that, I had a house guest. We walked towards my apartment very quietly, until I started humming a Selena song. She joined in too, even twirling and dancing along the sidewalk. She had a beautiful voice.</div>
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I lived just two blocks away from the coffee shop but we took 20 minutes to get there, arriving at the same time as the delivery guy.</div>
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"Perfect timing!" I exclaimed as I handed him the money and took the box from him.</div>
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"Supreme!" She said as she breathed in, "smells like Heaven too."</div>
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"You're a foodie?" I asked.</div>
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"Not really but I love pizza," she responded, as I pushed my way thru the hall towards my apartment door.</div>
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I lived in a two-storey apartment building, near a small but beautiful beach. I would sit on my porch on most evenings and watch the sun set over the turquoise water but I never ventured onto the beach. I couldn't swim. That was one of my little secrets that I kept hidden from the world.</div>
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I opened the blinds so she could see the view but she didn't take any notice. I figured she saw these vistas all the time living in Barbados.</div>
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She had chocolate-brown eyes, deeply creviced dimples and the small scar on her right eyebrow that could surely pass for a beauty mark. Her skin glowed in the dim light of the late afternoon, the dirty-gold sun rays of the Bajan sunset that just crept in through the panel. Though her smiled seemed to hide something, it still was sincere. She was happy in the moment.</div>
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"TV or music?" I asked.</div>
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"Movie!" She asserted without even a slight hesitation, almost like she read my mind.</div>
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"Any type?"</div>
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"Yea, anything will do!"</div>
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I sat back on the couch as she reached for the pizza box, placing a slice each on plates then handing it to me.</div>
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"You know what would be great with the pizza?" She asked.</div>
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"What?" I retorted gently.</div>
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"Wine!" She exclaimed, "Do you have any?"</div>
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"Yup, I do" I replied, lifting myself from the couch and finding my way to the kitchenette.</div>
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"Red or white?" I shouted.</div>
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"White! Please... Merlot?" She chuckled.</div>
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She was being funny but more assertive than I had expected. When I got back to the living room she was slouched back on the couch, leaving little room for me.</div>
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"So where am I supposed to sit? On the floor?" I asked.</div>
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"Yes," she joked, "but you can squeeze yourself next to me if you prefer."</div>
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I handed her the two glasses that I had poured, placing the bottle next to the couch and pushed my way under her so that her head rested softly on my chest. It didn't feel uncomfortable, I didn't feel romantic - it just felt like something that she needed at the time.</div>
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We sat there quietly sipping our glass of wine, taking small bites from the pizza and watching the movie. Every now and then she would let out this stifled laugh though, a hybrid of a chuckle and all out outburst. She still wasn't sure of what was going on. To be honest, I wasn't sure either, I was just glad to have some company over for a change.</div>
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Sitting alone in a room for months on end with only the TV for company can let anyone lose their mind at time. It was either the TV, books or my thoughts and too often my thoughts led me back to Dominica so her presence was more than simply welcomed between these four walls.</div>
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We sat there, quietly watching the movie and then instinctively she must have turned and softly kissed me. She was so nervous or shy about it that her lips almost didn’t touch mine. I almost didn’t feel it but it opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed as well. She must have closed them for the kiss. The movie had almost put me to sleep before the touch of my lips from hers.</div>
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"What are you doing?" I asked softly while gently pushing her away but not far enough that she would feel uncomfortable about it.</div>
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She looked into my eyes and I saw that look again, the lost little girl. The girl who had grown up all too quickly and faced the harsh realities of the world by her lonesome. Her face showed all the emotions of her past, the hurt and pain of a rushed childhood.</div>
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"I'm kissing you" she said. Her eyes falling to the floor as though now ashamed of what she had done.</div>
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"But why?"</div>
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"Why not?" She interjected, still not looking up at me.</div>
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"You can't! You shouldn't!" I replied.</div>
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"Why?" She asked, her tear ducts now swollen as the first signs of bodily fluid raced from the corner of her eyes unto her cheeks. She was crying.</div>
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“Because... Because... I am gay," I sounded as I wiped that first tear away. It was the first time I had told anyone since Kevin. She was the second person. This was the second time that I had blurted out something to her when I didn’t really want to; this was becoming a bad habit.</div>
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I got up from the couch, walked towards the window and stood there watching the horizon. I watched and just watched trying to block out what had just transpired between she and I. I too started to cry as I placed my hands up against the glass and leaned against it. It was cold, cold as my world in Dominica had become just before my exile to Barbados.</div>
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I remember the distance and darkness that had been dug between Kevin and me when I had told him. I had been completely honest with him. I hadn't expected his rejection and even after he scolded me I was half-expecting our friendship to continue. Instead he threatened me, hurled insults and was the main reason I had left Dominica. Although he hadn't told anyone, I was always afraid that my secret would get out. So as soon as I was able to get away, I ran to Barbados. I had tried calling him since I arrived but the calls were never picked up. I suspected that he changed his number. He wanted nothing to do with me. After all, he had made it extremely clear that he wasn't gay and wouldn't accept my lifestyle, not even as a friend.</div>
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Just then I felt her warm arms caress my waist.</div>
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"It's okay!" She said, "You’re no less of a person."</div>
DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-45508770553114515532014-10-27T08:06:00.001-07:002014-10-27T08:07:57.051-07:00Conversation with a prostituteby Delroy Nesta Williams<br />
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I entered the room behind her, slowly at first, my eyes getting used to the poor lighting and musky feel of the four corners. It housed only a bed and one fan, in the far right corner, that stood on a small wooden stool. A faint light entered from a solitary window that faced a street lamp.<br />
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She had led the way through a dark alley, whose cobblestone path made me wobble so much that I resembled one of the neighbourhood drunks that I had left at the bar a few minutes ago. They had been there since noon, drinking away their fortnightly paychecks from the soap factory about a mile away.<br />
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She hadn't said a word and I knew nothing about her at all, besides the pink summer dress that hugged all her curves and exposed so much cleavage that I could paint her aureoles with my eyes closed. The stiff sea breeze that rushed through the bar causing her dress to misbehave was a blessing to me, even though the salty air made my eyes water. My damn sinuses always acted up at the wrong time.<br />
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She hadn't spent much time at the bar before capturing my attention. After a long, hard day at the office and an even more frustrating period with my wife at home, this was definitely the experience that I had longed for; it was welcomed. I simply knew that I had an itch and she looked like the kind of woman who could scratch it.<br />
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I had offered her a drink but she simply motioned "no" with a shake of her left hand while grabbing unto my trousers with her right hand and pulling me off my stool towards her. I fell off unto one knee and she just giggled. She liked the effect she was having on me. Her fingers, long and thin, were painted with a bright pink nail polish, shimmering in the light. The nail of her left pinky finger was broken and she had a slight scar on the top of that wrist; maybe a burn from her childhood days. Those were the only blemishes that I could make out. Those were things I could surely overlook right now.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Red Cap, no ice!" the bartender shouted in my direction as he screwed off the cap of the rum bottle. He had a sly smile on his face; he was prepping me for what was to happen.<br />
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I quickly swallowed the drink, after I made my way back on my two feet. The bar felt a lot smaller now. The four other guys who were there were engaged in a domino match and could care less about what I was involved in at that time.<br />
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It was now my turn to take the initiative, so I pulled her towards me, her cotton dress held firmly between my fingers. She rolled her waist against my manhood, to instantly arouse my sensations then proceeded to lead me out of the bar. I didn't need any more convincing than that. I was ready!<br />
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Ten minutes later and we were now in this small room. It adjoined the main house but was surely built as an extension, the way it stuck out like an ugly step child wanting attention. The décor inside didn’t seem appropriate for living which could only mean that it served other purposes - the quick rendezvous and scandalous moments. The sheets on the bed looked white but could have been any pale colour, so to the walls as the paint peeled off them. The tiled floor was partially covered with a rug that once we stepped on unearthed a cloud of dust that made it even more difficult to breathe in the closed up room.<br />
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She didn’t seem to mind at all, nor did I. She pushed the door behind us and proceeded to turn the lock, dropping the key unto the floor. I moved towards a corner of the room then made my way back to the edge of the bed, barely sitting down.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You nervous?” she asked. And for the first time I heard her accent. She was Dominican, maybe Marigot or Wesley – I wasn’t sure but I didn’t ask. This wasn’t the moment for questions. Her voice was a little rough but still very welcoming, as she smiled at me. I only now noticed her gold teeth, the faint street light shining against it. She was very shapely with full breasts that wanted to pop from her bra. Her curved thighs were hugged by the dress which still continued to tempt me wildly. She had the face of someone who had been through a few trials and tribulations though. It was either the cause or the result of what had led her to this nightly profession.<br />
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“I've never done this before!” I squeaked out.<br />
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“Never done what before? Sex? You’re a virgin?” she asked, in a mocking tone.<br />
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“Never paid for sex!” I muffled, embarrassed by my confession.<br />
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“I don’t want your money. I am doing this for the pleasure of your company,”<br />
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“My company? But you don’t even know me!” I said.<br />
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“I like new things!” she replied, “now shut up before you change my mind.” <br />
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She pushed me unto the bed and I stretched my hands over my head. The bed squeaked and I feared that I had broken a few springs under the mattress. She didn’t seem to mind at all as she crawled over me, still with that sly, expecting look on her face. She unbuttoned my plaid shirt, kissing my neck as she ran her nails over my chest hairs. When she reached my skull tattoo, she kissed, sucked and bit it - twice. I howled from the surprise of the bites. She loved it. Her legs now had me pinned down as she grinded against my waist. I reached for her breasts to massage them but she pushed me back down.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Not yet… I in control,” she commanded. <br />
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My wife never did that to me. Sex had become routine and predictable. She would get naked, make her way under the covers and I would follow her. She only wanted me to mount her in the missionary position. There was little to no foreplay from her. I would do the kissing, biting and scratching, if she allowed it. A good night would include a blow job but that’s only when I was persistent.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“What’s your name?” I asked, realizing that I knew nothing about the stranger in the bed with me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Annika,” she responded, “call me Annika.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes Annika, Annikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I howled as she bit a tender spot just below my ribcage, on the left side. I squirmed from it. She had found one of my soft spots. She knew it too. She placed greater attention on that area and continued to bite and suck it. Every nerve in that area was now awake. I was so excited that I closed my eyes and pretended to be elsewhere to prevent an explosion inside my pants. I couldn’t pretend for too much longer.<br />
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Annika reached for my belt buckle. She ripped off the belt with one swoop of her arm and then reached into my boxers. Her hands were very warm.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Well someone’s happy to see me!” she decreed.<br />
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A stifled response was all I could muster as I was already halfway through a moan. My legs started to tremble but only in one area. It was my pocket. My cell phone was ringing. I pushed Annika from on top of me and hurried up from the bed and reached for my pocket. My wife’s image and number blazed on the screen. Annika was now picking herself up from the ground. I motioned to her to keep quiet and I moved towards the small window. I looked out the small opening, making sure that no one was looking into the room before answering.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Hi my Love,” I answered.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Hi Baby,” she responded.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“What’s up?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Why haven’t you come home as yet?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I am just having a few drinks with the boys… clearing my head”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Come home… Kaela is worried, I am worried… she keeps asking for you”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Tell her Daddy love’s her,” I replied but before she had heard me, she passed the phone to our 4-year old daughter.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Daddy”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes my Angel” I responded as my heart melted. Shame mixed in with pride wasn’t a great combination at that moment.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“What time you coming home? I miss you”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I will be home in 30 minutes baby, daddy loves you… okay!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Love you too daddy,”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Let me talk to mammy”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Okay”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I am coming home in a few, love you”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Love you too Michael,” she responded as I ended the call.<br />
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Annika was still on the ground. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face but she was all too aware of what had just happened.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Your girlfriend?” she asked.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“My wife!” I answered back.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You’re married?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes… I am… and I should go now?” I asked.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Go? Why? Nooooo!” she scolded, “we’re not done yet! We have unfinished business Michael” her honeyed voice crying out to me.<br />
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The revelation, though it had shook her a bit, didn’t dissuade her at all. She crawled unto her knees and made her way to the window where I was still standing. She pulled the cell phone from my hands and placed it next to the fan and led me back to the bed. This time around, she sat down while I stood over her. She was waiting on my move. I didn’t want to disappoint her but I kept hearing my daughter’s voice in the back of my head. It was etched there. I couldn’t concentrate on Annika with the images of my daughter’s face and smile - she had just lost a front tooth - fresh in my mind. Annika sensed it as well.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“What’s wrong?” she asked.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I can’t!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You can’t… or you won’t?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I can’t… my daughter… my wife,”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Well let me!” she said, standing again to meet me at the end of the bed. I stepped back a bit.<br />
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She pulled at my shirt, her manicured nails gripping at my flesh slightly so that I knew she meant business. She curled her arms around my neck, pulling my head towards her bosom.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You want me, I know! I saw it in your eyes in the bar,”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes I do” I replied faintly, the admission hurting me.<br />
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The truth is Annika was doing me things that for years I wish my wife would have done. The dress she wore, her nails, her teasing, tempting nature and most of all… she was being aggressive in the bedroom. But I knew that this couldn’t last. Annika was a lady of the night and my life encircled revolved around my daughter, my wife, my family. Since we had Kaela, I had given up on my personal ambitions and lived to make her happy. She wouldn’t have been happy had she known her father was in this back alley room with a stranger - a total stranger. Maybe she wouldn’t have understood the situation right now but she would grow to resent me for it later in life. I couldn’t have that. I was determined to raise my child in a happy family, different from the one in which I saw my father fight my mother on most night before he left the house like a scavenger going off to feed on the waste of our village. He would return every morning, just before the sun was up and force his way on top of my mother. He probably thought we were asleep but the plywood walls never drowned out the sounds coming from their room. They would fight, she would try to fend him off, in his drunken state but most times he won the battle. It was worst during the weekends and holidays.<br />
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All these thoughts were racing through my mind. Did I want to be just like my father? I was beginning to become the very man I grew up despising, I had vowed not to be anything like him. My mother raised me up so that I wouldn’t be like him. I was failing her and myself as well.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I can’t do this anymore Annika. It isn’t right, I love my wife” I said, withdrawing myself from her grasp. I grabbed my belt and my phone and quickly got dressed. Annika was very understanding to, unlocking the door to let me exit the room.<br />
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She followed me briskly through the alley back unto the main road. We crossed the street and re-entered the bar. I went to the bartender to order one last drink before leaving. Annika, who was still walking behind me, followed me and clung unto my shoulders, as I leaned over the bar’s counter. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable but I didn’t want to create a scene, for me and especially with Annika. As I made my last request for a drink, a figure who was sitting on one of the stools towards the far end of the bar, turned around to look at me, a deep, broad smile upon his face. He got up and walked in our direction. The light now shun on his face. It was Damian, my wife’s brother.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“How am I going to explain this one? “I thought.<br />
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DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-18408779688308254332014-10-23T07:16:00.000-07:002014-10-23T07:19:15.612-07:00180 DEGREES<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">got to Salisbury (community where I work) early this morning and it was raining (cats and dogs)... and now the sun is out, blazing hot, shining... inspired this poem... off to the field now, to do some real work, the one that pays the bills!</span></div>
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180 Degrees<br />
By Delroy Nesta Williams</div>
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Looking up at the sky<br />
And wishing it would open upLet out all of its raindrops<br />
To drown out my sorrow and pain<br />
A perfect camouflage to also hide my stains<br />
Done a lot that I'm not too proud of<br />
But sometimes these mistakes<br />
Put you in the right place<br />
Just have to learn to not repeat<br />
Or get stuck in the remix<br />
Time to dance to a new beat<br />
Sing a new song<br />
Let go of all you did wrong<br />
And clothe yourself in a different garment<br />
Exhale a bit<br />
Release the steam<br />
Before the pot boils over<br />
Or the food burns to a blackness<br />
Charred and stuck in the bottom<br />
Needing to be scraped out and thrown away<br />
But thank God, today is a new day<br />
24 hours to do things in a better way<br />
Start from this minute<br />
Put on a newness<br />
Bountiful fruits will be the harvest<br />
Enough to share with the world<br />
A little ripple becoming a wave<br />
Because you've embraced change<br />
It really begins with One<br />
And the day has come<br />
Where this One is Me<br />
Time to fulfill a promised destiny<br />
Look up at the clouds and sky,<br />
The rays of sunshine<br />
And smile<br />
So no more stressing<br />
Time to start living<br />
And even when it rains<br />
Remember those as showers of blessings!</div>
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DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-15354499133847412402014-10-13T18:29:00.000-07:002014-10-13T18:29:46.575-07:00Why Are You Still Single? <div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;">
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Delroy, Why are you still single? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nesta (because Delroy would never write this) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So
Delroy, why are you still single? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Why?
Because I won't settle <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Not
for less than I deserve <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Delroy, are you just running around? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Single
isn't the status that I want <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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with two children, a house and a dog<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Delroy,
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Delroy, just love anybody in the meantime <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wrote this poem yesterday morning, just about an hour after waking up from bed... i was reading a book and saw the line "I need to escape from this situation" and i just got to writing the poem... enjoy</div>
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On Days Like These<br />By Delroy Nesta Williams</div>
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On days like theseI just wanna escape<br />From this life I'm living<br />I just need a moment awayFrom the pain and anguish that I've been experiencing<br />Too much hurt on the daily<br />I'm in need of a sanctuary<br />From the rising of the sun<br />Way past the minute of its setting<br />Away from this world's troubles<br />Away from my personal struggles<br />I need a dose of happiness<br />Make that a double!<br />Time to separate what's important from all the rubble<br />What to leave behind on the side of the road<br />And what I need to take up as load<br />For the rest of life's journey<br />I want to be free from this freedom<br />Because its price is too much of a toll<br />They're asking for my mind, body and my soul<br />And I feel trapped in a system<br />That belittles you if you refuse to fit in<br />Battling against the status quo<br />Is definitely a no-no<br />But I've never been someone to remain quiet<br />A life of silence is akin to death<br />On days like these<br />I'm just in need of a moment to catch my breath<br />Time to regain my strength<br />Take an account of things that occurred<br />While I was too busy fighting my flesh<br />Now is the time to be on guard against principalities and powers<br />The time is at hand, soon is the hour<br />On days like these<br />I remember what's truly important<br />A simple action is better than the grandest intention<br />So while I'm giving a helping hand<br />I know that's definitely what I need<br />I'm hoping for some reciprocity<br />A shoulder to lean on<br />Or even cry if that's how I feel<br />I'm saving people but I also need someone to save me<br />I hope someone out there, somewhere<br />Is listening!<br />On days like these<br />Among the noise is some sweet music<br />If we just take a moment to listen<br />A cry for help or even a shout of praise<br />Someone is seeking to be heard<br />But we're so caught up in our own world<br />That we drown out the sound or pretend not to hear<br />Cast a blind eye, wearing those hater-blocker shades<br />On days like these<br />I need someone to slap some sense into me<br />Remind me that my life really isn't about me<br />Take into account that I'm just sand on the beach<br />Individually insignificant but collectively of such beauty<br />At sunrise and even more at sunset<br />When the waves crash and the sun rays melt<br />On days like these<br />Suddenly my life makes so much more sense<br />I'm thankful for the moment I took to think and recollect<br />And from today until the end of my days<br />I will always remember<br />I will always want<br />A day like this!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">So you have to play his role</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />So Man Up young boy, Man Up<br />No more childhood games<br />You have to bear the brunt of your father's shame<br />Every time mommy's hurt<br />She will drag you through his dirt<br />Because you're a constant reminder<br />That your father walked out the door<br />Leaving her to raise 3 kids on her own<br />And to make it even worse<br />You have all his characteristics -<br />Sly with words and full of tricks,<br />You even sound exactly like him when you speak.<br />Man Up young boy, Man Up<br />No more all out fridays followed by lazy saturdays lingering out late<br />You've got to go out and earn money to put food on your family's plate<br />There's no more crying for you<br />Suck it up and be a man<br />The one that your daddy couldn't be<br />It has to be you since anatomically it can't be your mommy<br />You've got to look out for your sisters<br />Make sure they don't fall prey to the drug dealers and gangsters<br />Or even worst, men like your father!<br />Who just gave up on his family<br />To chase young skirts<br />Who are almost the same age as his children<br />Now he has left you with the burden<br />Picking up the slack where he dropped it<br />So Man Up young boy, Man Up!<br />Drop out of school and get a job<br />Now is the time to pull up your pants, tie your waist and be strong<br />Simply because daddy is running from his responsibility<br />And mommy is too busy casting blame and scapegoatting<br />So this young boy, has to Man Up<br />Grow some moustache and beard<br />And face the world<br />Even though he isn't prepared<br />And all of this frustration<br />Is so new to him<br />As he tries to be better than his father<br />But every mistake or misstep<br />Serves as a reminder from his mother<br />That he's just like his daddy<br />And only adds fire to his failure<br />So now he simply rolls over<br />From one day to the other<br />Living a man's life while only a child<br />And he wishes somewhere that his father would be suffering<br />The same pain that was bestowed upon him<br />When daddy left his mother and sisters<br />Forcing his boy child to Man Up!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-8403109328450918382014-08-12T05:56:00.000-07:002014-08-12T05:56:19.157-07:00Kalinago Love Scene<div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15.95pt; margin-bottom: 1.35em;">
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;">So I remixed this love scene that I found in a book that I was reading... I just felt that the scene needed an extended version instead of the 4 lines the scene got from the author. I am not sure how ethical this is in writing but it is accepted in music, through covers and remixes. I hope this won't offend anyone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;">Her long unkempt nails dug into his back as he entered her for the first time. A small electric shock riveted through her, at once jolting her body but also freeing her legs as she wrapped them around his waist.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;">The move made her tearful but the ecstasy it filled her with surpassed any pain that she had ever known. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, a mixture of emotions that she was affronting for the very first time.</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;">Her long arms, one around the back of his neck and the other gripping his left shoulder kept her firmly in place as Captain Warner rocked back and forth. All this felt new to him as well, he never having had a woman as uncultured as a Kalinago.<br /><br />A low moan escaped from Barbé’s mouth and although it surprised her, it felt too natural to raise any alarms. She bit the tip of the Captain's left ear, licking inside it. She could feel the Captain's penis touching the walls of her vagina, massaging her. His deep groans overshadowed hers, as he rushed his strokes, delving deeper and deeper, very eager to give her all of his member. Her waist now moved in unison with his, similar to how she had seen the waves crashing upon the sea shore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 21.773332595825195px;">She now felt fully awaken, her eyes lit up - she wanted more. But the old man just rolled over to the side and within minutes his deep snore meant it was all over. She laid there, a tingle between her thighs wondering when again The Captain would take her.</span></div>
DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-44204666009417868342014-08-09T09:01:00.000-07:002014-08-09T09:01:38.286-07:00The Racial Rift – Kalinago versus BlacksThe racial rift – Kalinago versus Blacks<br />
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Before I knew what I now know, I had always considered Kalinagos as black people, a lighter shade with straighter hair but still very much black.<br />
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Maybe it was because although I am black, I spent a lot of time down the road at my neighbours house. <br />
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They were/are Kalinagos. I consider them family and although the patriarch of their family sometimes bellowed out "sacré negre" at some of us, I always thought it was more in jest; maybe it was because I didn't really understand the underlying emotions at the time or because my creole wasn't any good. He spoke better creole than most of us.<br />
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It was until I was an adult though, and started actively engaging in discussion with my Kalinago friends that I came to grasp resentment and even some bitterness towards “Black” people. I've also observed the same from black people towards Kalinagos in all honesty.<br />
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I have never been in a forum where race relations were discussed but in the new age of social media I have come across heated debates on Facebook that make me second-guess my place of abode. Is this Dominica that they're referring to? Are these things still on-going?<br />
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It's commonly "accepted" by many that the Kalinagos sold Roseau for a bottle of rum and that stigma has been attached to them for generations now and we wholeheartedly embrace this saying without gauging the effects or impacts that it is having on our present day environment.<br />
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I remember being at a presentation and the Kalinago man who was to report started his "presentation" by stating, "you know we are illiterate people already" clearly setting himself up for ridicule and failure. What a perception to have of your people and what a stigma to place and propagate about yourself! This isn't an image that professes self-confidence.<br />
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The Kalinago people feel slighted by history. Who can really blame them having been labeled as cannibals and other derogatory terms for centuries? But as Alick Lazare reminded us at the launching of his book Kalinago Blood, "it is so important that we avoid 'the danger of the single story' and tell our own, from our perspective and with our voice."<br />
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It is damn well time we (Kalinagos and Blacks) started to tell our own story.<br />
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Black people were also slighted by history as well and still bear a lot of the stigmas that were attached. The stories of resistance and perseverance, a commonality between black Dominicans and Kalinagos, though is what should be mostly of our focus but that's where we falter most. Even before the abolition of slavery a wedge was driven between the Blacks and Kalinagos and it continues today.<br />
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How do we break that wedge, break down that wall. Though outright acts of racism may not form part of our everyday society, we must honestly admit that underlying tones are there. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it too (knowingly and unknowingly) and I may have even contributed to it (unknowingly) but like I’ve come to understand from Dr. Maya Angelou, “when you know better, you must do better” so I urge us all, to now do better.<br />
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I think I will go back to considering Kalinagos as Blacks now, for they are my brothers and sisters on this island of Waitukubuli aka Dominica.DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-56569302540471452622014-08-05T06:23:00.001-07:002014-08-05T06:26:11.348-07:00sexual experimentation - a rite of passage? <pre style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px; white-space: normal;">There's a white elephant in the room. Actually, the elephant isn't white<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px; white-space: normal;">Is the experience worth it? Is this bisexual culture a healthy one? Is it a phase? Or is this culture something that has always been there, occurring behind closed doors? </pre>
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px; white-space: normal;">Is it solely due to the influence of the American media and culture that daily bombard us with images of the rainbow culture? No it isn't, Dominica already had gays, lesbians and bisexuals long before the first television was hooked up to electricity. While it is true that we have more overseas influence in this generation in comparison to past generations we can't simply lump the issue into that heap. </pre>
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.299999237060547px; white-space: normal;">It's one thing to experiment, it's a totally different arena when you think that the experimentation will somehow define the kind of person you will become in the future... </pre>
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 21.299999237060547px; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Haitians aren't taking over agriculture and other professions. These are the careers and jobs that you've neglected and belittled. In truth, Haitians are pulling up the slack where you dropped it, be thankful!
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DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-57471183874609446482014-07-22T12:57:00.000-07:002014-07-22T12:57:21.580-07:00Love On The Run<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">By Delroy Nesta Williams</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br /><br /><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Strange, this feeling I'm feeling</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">You may belong to another</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But that can't keep me from yearning</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">For you touch, your kiss and your loving</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I know it must feel wrong to you to act on this emotion</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But wrong never felt this good and put me in such an ecstatic mood</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">So I'm biting the bullet and hoping for the best</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />Let's see how long we could keep this a secret<br />From your friends, family and your boyfriend<br />I'm taking this to the grave, I'm with you until the end<br />Late night rendez-vous, from midnight til half past two<br />Would love to wake up in your arms to greet the rising sun<br />But we both know that we can't have it all<br />So right now I'm simply content to have some love and lust on the run<br />Like two teenagers, we're just having fun<br />No one to point fingers and to cast blame<br />No guilt and no shame in this game<br />Of love, lust, just two bodies wanting each other<br />Lovers in the dark, but in daylight content to be strangers<br />Who knows what's next<br />As we make our way through life's maze<br />But one thing is for sure we will always have these memories<br />Moments to keep me warm when I'm alone<br />Something to look back on and smile when I'm old<br />As I remember the first time you let me close<br />The look in your eyes and the nervous excitement<br />As I leaned in for the kiss<br />Your lips barely parted when we started<br />But I lit a fire in your soul<br />And pretty soon, you were the one losing all forms of control<br />Digging your nails into my skin<br />While I'm praying God forgives us for this sin<br />Since that moment we've been running on pure emotion<br />If we stop and think that will ruin everything<br />And I hope you don't see the worry in my eyes or read the danger in my thoughts<br />Because, I honestly don't want us to stop<br />This may lead to the detriment of you and I<br />But what's lust if love is blind?<br />I see more clearly with my eyes closed to this world so full of judgment<br />So let's pay them no mind<br />We will deal with the end when it gets here<br />Because in my heart of hearts I know this can't last forever<br />But I won't walk away if you promise me you'll always stay<br />Even if the world discovers what we keep under covers<br />I can survive though the pain if I have to<br />I just can't survive if we stop now and don't see this thru.</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-41646542591396319252014-07-17T14:08:00.000-07:002014-07-17T15:39:47.481-07:00Something About Nesta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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by Delroy Nesta Williams<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">There something about me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">That I can't put my finger on</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I'm hoping that you can tell me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Release me of this mystery</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">That keeps me up at night</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I can't seem to get things right</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I talk a good talk</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />But when I'm around her<br />I mess up all my words<br />I get so damn nervous<br />And hours later<br />When I'm all alone<br />I figure out all the right things I wanted to say<br />And every sentence that she uttered<br />Stayed etched in my brain<br />And plays over and over, like a gospel refrain<br />Honestly, she has the most beautiful of smiles<br />Formed by those beauty-full lips<br />That sometimes part ways<br />To let out that simple giggle<br />The one that makes me weak in the knees<br />She has that twinkle in her eyes when she speaks<br />She calls me all kind of names<br />Babes, luv, boy, and even bae<br />But I prefer when she raises her voice<br />And shouts Delroy Nesta Williams<br />Then I know to drop everything that I'm doing<br />And give her my full attention<br />Because nothing is as important<br />As giving her my everything<br />But her silence can also be as deafening<br />Like when she doesn't say anything<br />For hours at a time<br />Especially when I need her cool confidence to soothe my wondering mind<br />She's like love music blowing in the wind<br />On a rainy, cold night<br />She's the new moon's light<br />That eastern village that welcomes the sunrise<br />The beach that greets the low tide's wave<br />She just knows what to say<br />And exactly when I need to hear it<br />"Do I have to be spelled out?" she asked,<br />Sensing that I needed the reassurance<br />She's always giving off that allure<br />And if there's something wonderfully different about Nesta<br />Know that it is her!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-40925194574826608222014-07-06T22:09:00.001-07:002014-07-06T22:09:29.110-07:00My Love Is My Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">by Delroy Nesta Williams </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">My love is only my love </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But it is always being questioned </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Just because it doesn't conform</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">To your own definition </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">My love doesn't see colour</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But my love understands</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">That because of its colour, </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />It won't be loved the same<br />And because of its colour,<br />You will always second guess its genuineness<br />And you will never be the one to accept<br />With open arms<br />Because when my forefathers offered up my love<br />You preferred to bears arms<br />Sell us out or kill us off<br />Still my love has survived<br />And now it has chosen to swallow it's pride<br />Burying it alive<br />In the bowels of nothingness<br />Because my love though aware of the past<br />That built its strong foundation<br />Isn't limited to just history<br />And doesn't want its love for you to be tainted<br />But rather to be true<br />Like how the sky makes the ocean appear to be blue<br />My love is like that fish that swims<br />The bird that flies<br />It just wants to be free to be<br />Roam from flower to flower<br />Sucking up nectar like a bee<br />And still provide you with its perfect honey<br />But be careful my love will sting<br />If you continue to mistreat it<br />And your body will swell<br />Something like an allergic reaction<br />But my love also gives massages<br />After a long hard day at the office<br />And sometimes my love wants a pillow fight<br />Before slipping into the bed to make love all night<br />You see my love can't be defined<br />It's still genuine, not at all refined<br />Because my love has traveled from the mothered land<br />And built a home in a borrowed land<br />Across deep blue seas and tousled oceans<br />And my love will continue to progress<br />Will see beyond your shortsightedness<br />A lot further than the horizon<br />That you’ve preconceived to keep me trapped at the seashore<br />Because I want my feet to get wet<br />I want to feel the sea breeze through my hair<br />Taste the salt on my tongue<br />And when all is said and done<br />If the sails of my vessel are torn by rough winds<br />And my love capsized by a tsunami-sized wave<br />You can be sure that my love will still endure<br />Because my love knows no other way<br />Because my love is a survivor</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-27718609521408938542014-07-06T21:36:00.000-07:002014-07-06T21:36:30.706-07:00Internal Affairs<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">by Delroy Nesta Williams </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A sign of things to come</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I think it's time that I run, run, run</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Reality turning into nightmares</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">When all I wanted was a dream</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Something to aspire to become</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But life isn't always what it seems</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Friends are often just convenient enemies</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />And lovers, something of the imagination<br />Time is always the greatest teacher<br />Conscience the loudest preacher<br />But we never ever listen<br />Until it's too late<br />Until time has sealed our fate<br />And there are signs everywhere<br />But we prefer to ignore<br />We prefer to explore<br />Just postponing the inevitable<br />Because we're pigeonholed to the situation<br />Although we wish the circumstances to be different<br />Because deep down we always want things to work out<br />But we're swimming against the tide<br />So how long can we survive?<br />In this constant battle<br />Against our very own thoughts and feelings<br />We're destined to fall short<br />Yes, we will succumb<br />Because you can only fight yourself for so long!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-78215765372089523222014-07-03T09:38:00.000-07:002014-07-03T09:40:14.946-07:00And Sometimes (part 2)by Delroy Nesta Williams<br />
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It isn't often that I write a "part 2" of a poem, in fact i've never done it until now. So this is a first for me. Part One is also on this blog, click <a href="http://delroynesta.blogspot.com/2013/10/and-sometimes.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Before I ramble on and get lost in thought (as i often do), here is the second part of the poem <b>And Sometimes</b>:<br />
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And sometimes, you just miss her but pride makes you too proud to apologize... and before you know it minutes become hours and hours turn into days and I find myself sitting, staring out the window at the world passing by, stuck in this funky daze<br />
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And sometimes, it takes a big man to say you’re sorry but an even bigger man to forgive when he’s been wronged, it’s rough on your side but just swallow your pride and know that if it was you, she would do it too<br />
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And sometimes, you got to accept the wrong even when you think you’re right and when you think you should stand up tall and stand your ground, you should listen to your heart instead of your ego because at the end of it all, nothing matters more than seeing her smile and that’s something that you know<br />
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And sometimes, it isn’t about who’s right or wrong… it’s about doing what’s good to make the love live on… strengthening the bond and moving on… because if she loves you as much as you love her… then it is just a minor hiccup and not a cough, this is just a hump in the road and not a trough<br />
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And sometimes, you got to stop focusing on the shoreline when the goal is the horizon… take a leap of faith together and know that she will be there to hold you up just in case you should falter… that’s when you know that she’s the one… the Queen in your life, the Lady that wears your crown…<br />
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DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-37830004289765946262014-06-29T18:16:00.000-07:002014-06-29T18:16:43.674-07:00Coitus<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">#disclaimer: this is not a true story and it isn't about me either, just to be clear</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Standing there, nervous as she kissed my chest and neck</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Lightning across my body, I stood erect</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Stripping me of all my garments</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />Inhaled to take in her cocoa butter smell<br />That dark chocolate hue from head to toe<br />Running my hands all over<br />Those nipples supple yet stiff<br />Standing firm upon mounds of joy<br />Reminded me of a Julie mango on a hot summer’s day<br />All the juices running between my fingers<br />Then she asks me to kiss her clit<br />I bowed down to salute between her thighs<br />Like a seal, I just nosedived<br />Her body reacted, tsunami waves<br />She’s quaking… tremors all over<br />Her face reddening like Mars’ surface<br />Her four long limbs locking my head in place<br />Nails digging into the back of my head<br />As she moans and groans<br />Instrumental music of the nude<br />Stuck in a trance, a kind of meditation<br />Her body jumps then I swallow<br />She curls away<br />Not wanting my touch<br />Left wondering what I did wrong<br />The look in her eyes says different<br />Suddenly she jumps up, wanting me inside<br />I enter her gates<br />But with one swing of her waist<br />I ejaculate!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-43865292343104504422014-06-29T18:11:00.000-07:002014-07-19T17:31:20.912-07:00A woman of Roseau<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px;">Hi friends</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px;">it's been a while since i actively blogged... to be honest, i've been focusing more on my Facebook page (<a href="http://www.facebook.com/DelroyNesta">www.facebook.com/DelroyNesta</a>) but i've got some new stuff that i am working on, some of which i will also share here... This is a new poem (wrote it last night), inspired by an image I saw as I was driving through the streets of Roseau after i came from a poetry show (Lyrics Under The Stars):</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A woman of Roseau</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">By Delroy Nesta Williams</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I'm sorry but there's nothing innocent</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">About a woman walking through Roseau's streets at 2:00am</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">With the confidence of sanitary napkins in her steps</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Because her bank account is just a little more swollen than the belly of her teenage daughter</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Who's about to make her a</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"> grandmother<br />She got paid for that transaction<br />And even got a little extra<br />To spread her own legs<br />It's bad enough she sold her child<br />Now she's also riding shotgun at the molester's side<br />Tomorrow she can afford to cook all her children Sunday lunch<br />And even have extra to cover supper.<br />As her high heels hit the pavement<br />Rhythmic like a Triple Kay drum set<br />You realize there's another story behind her swinging assets<br />One of a woman fooled by men that she loved<br />As one by one they promised her the world<br />But one by one, the left... Leaving only remnants of their presence<br />A gift of some sorts that continues to give back<br />Because now instead of one generation<br />Her tiny, almost broken down shack<br />Houses children, grandchildren and even boyfriends<br />You look into her eyes and you see a lifetime of hurt and pain<br />A woman stained like the clothes of a farmer who toils the soil planting bananas and plantain<br />But the cargo boats are long gone<br />And her fruits are still on the port<br />Bathing in the hot, dry sun<br />A consignment of rejects<br />Dropouts of schools and fired from jobs<br />Because they've got no qualifications<br />So this woman has the Earth and Mars to shoulder<br />And I can only guess how she makes it from one day to another<br />But her midnight walk only gives us a clue<br />As to why this woman doesn't sleep when we do<br />Why she plies her trade when the owls howls<br />And only the barking dogs and crowing cocks summon the sunrise<br />If you look closely you will see the fear in her eyes<br />Because her offspring may just pick up her calling<br />They're already mimicking her tendencies<br />Being fooled by the first dude who speaks of love<br />It's a vicious cycle that won't be stopped<br />Because a child can't raise a child to be a woman<br />That mathematics doesn't add up<br />So she just adapts<br />And the children just adopt<br />Because to her it has become second nature<br />But now it's 3:00am<br />And she's home<br />But she can't go to bed<br />She's got so many things running through her head<br />Got to cook, clean and basically do everything<br />Be the man, woman and sometimes even the child<br />A household running wild<br />And it's so sad to know<br />That this shit is happening right next door!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-79520968365504651932014-05-14T19:18:00.000-07:002014-05-14T19:18:32.757-07:00First Date<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 115%;">First
Date<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By
Delroy Nesta Williams<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris had always liked
Sanya, even from way back during his days at the Goodwill Secondary School. But
she was never interested in him; she was too busy flirting with all the
teachers to take notice of his childhood crush. He would have done anything for
her back then and even now as they had maintained a close bond. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris always wanted to
be in a relationship with her but was very careful not to get too emotionally
attached even if deep down in his heart he had always loved Sanya and she was
all that he had ever wanted from a lover. Even after all his past girlfriends,
he always felt in his heart that she was the one for him but he had realized
early that he wasn’t her type and was somewhat content to stay in the shadows
and be the man that she needed, especially when she couldn’t have the man that
she wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She had just gotten out
of a serious breakup and although Caris knew that the rebound situation wasn’t
the ideal way to get her to fall in love with him, he would still try his luck,
even if it screamed of desperation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His friends had already
teased him that he was putting Sanya’s “pussy on a pedestal” and for that
reason, they felt he would never cross the friendship line with her. He was
stuck in the friend zone of camaraderie and that was as far as he would ever
get with her. Curtis and Bully tried on many occasions to knock some sense into
Caris but he couldn’t let go. Letting go of your lover is hard enough, letting
go off your first crush and love was proving to be damn near impossible for
Caris. He wanted Sanya and that was all that mattered to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He needed to make his
move, if not now then he would not get another chance like that in years. He
was certain this was the appropriate time. He was just stepping out of the
office to meet up with Curtis and Bully for their customary mid-week lime - a
stop at the After 4 Lounge for beers and guy talk. Curtis would boast of his
weekly female conquests while Bully would pick on Caris for his ineptitude with
the female sex. It wasn’t that Caris couldn’t get a woman; the guys were more
perturbed that he was obsessed with Sanya as <b><i>The Woman</i></b>. They didn’t
see what he saw; in fact, they were probably blind to it. Kereem was the only
sensible one in the crew, well that’s the way that Caris saw it. Kereem fed
Caris’ dream as much as he could, he was the ultra-motivator that Caris needed
when he thoughts of giving up on Sanya surfaced, which was often enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As he was about to
start up his ride, his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen, it was Sanya.
Caris breathed in hard, calming himself before he dragged his finger against
the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Hi, who is this?” he answered, in the calmest voice he
could muster, although he was nervously excited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Caris?” she questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes Caris!” he confirmed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You don’t have my number stored in your phone? I am not
calling you from an unknown number,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes I do, I am just playing around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Oh, I was wondering why you didn’t know it was me,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
know it’s you Sanya, I recognize that voice anywhere I hear it… So, what’s up?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
am cool, just about to leave work, what you up to?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Gonna
chill with my boys,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh
okay, them!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You
had something in mind?” Caris asked, almost too eagerly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No,
not really, we just haven’t hung out in a while, Caris!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
know, we gotta make some time for that,” Caris said, anticipating a request as
the phone almost slipped from his now sweaty palm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
guess we will hang out sometime soon,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes,
I guess,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
wanted to go out this weekend, the Jah Cure concert but I am broke,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
am going. I wouldn’t miss Jah Cure,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Enjoy
then,” she slowly uttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let
me buy you a ticket then,” Caris offered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You
would? Thank you Caris, I appreciate it! I know just what I want to wear,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No
problem,” Caris pronounced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well
go and enjoy your lime,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Later,”
Caris said as he ended the conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes,
finally!” he cried out as he kissed the screen of the phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris was excited; he
could hardly control his emotions as he sped across Roseau. He hopped out of
his car and met Bully, Kereem and Curtis at the bar. They were already seated
looking at the television screen as a Champions League encounter between Manchester
United and Bayern Munich occupied their attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Drinks on me!” Caris shouted across the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Seriously?” Bully inquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes, I’ve got some great news. Carib beers for
everybody!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You got a promotion? You won the lottery? You got some
pussy? What is it?” Curtis demanded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Better than that?” Caris responded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Nothing can be better than pussy, unless it’s two
pussies!” Bully affirmed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “It’s Sanya!” Caris said as he motioned over to a stool
next to Bully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I don’t want to hear it. Boy you know you’re never gonna
get her, stop waste your time!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Shut up, we’re going out this weekend!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Really? Kereem asked, “Good for you and her!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Finally, I hope you don’t chicken out. Be aggressive, go
after her!” Curtis advised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “We all know he’s not going to do anything, he just going
to sit and smile at her,” said Bully, “I feel like Caris has a vagina between
his legs.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You’re not spoiling my mood, not today. We’re going to
Jah Cure concert!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Jah Cure?” Kereem asked, almost spilling his drink. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You know she just using you to go to see Jah Cure,
right?” Bully shouted out, “I won’t be surprised if she ends up in his hotel
room after the show.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Nah, she’s not like that, she said we needed to hang
out! I think she figured out that I am the man for her, finally!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Boy, move on! Remember I tell you that. You’ve become
obsessed over an average woman and that can never be a good thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “How long has it been since you’re chasing her?” Curtis
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Too long!” Bully responded before Caris could get a word
in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I will do what I have to do. You all will see, this is a
new, different and aggressive Caris,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yea right. Boy, pass me my beer. Just disturbing the
game for Sanya talk!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And before Caris could
say anything in his defense, they turned their attention back to the football
match. Three rounds of drinks later and an earful of football banter meant that
the conversation was in the back of the minds of everybody, everybody except
Caris. He snuck out of the bar, which by now was overcrowded with Manchester
United fans and had become hostile territory for him, especially as he
supported their rivals, Manchester City. He didn’t leave because of that
though, he needed to clear his thoughts, he was still thinking about Sanya. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The sun was just about
to set as he sat down in front of the steering wheel. He glanced into the
rearview mirror, winked at his image, until he forced a slight smile. The bar
conversation left him uneasy and he needed some reassurance that he was doing
the right thing with Sanya. He turned the key into the ignition and the radio
started up. The DJ was playing Jah Cure’s promotional music for the weekend
concert. The artist’s Unconditional Love single filled the car – that was all
the sign Caris needed as he leaned back and took in the words. He would make
his move on Sanya, it was time. He started singing too, screaming out the words
as he got lost in the moment. He pictured himself sipping drinks with Sanya at
Mero beach, watching the sunset, stretched out on a blanket as she lay against
his chest. She was smiling as he whispered in her ear, biting the tip of her
earlobe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Boy, what are you doing?” Bully cried out over the music
as he tapped the glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Shut up! I am trying to think,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Sounds like you’re trying to sing!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “And your point is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Nothing dude, just messing around. We’re heading to
Icho, you’re coming?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yea, I will meet all you there!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “And please don’t quit your day job for a singing career,
you will die broke,” Bully laughed as he walked away from the car. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They spent the next two
hours at Icho eating, drinking and playfully chasing skirts. Caris appreciated
those moments and although the guys always picked on him, he knew that they all
had his best interest at heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The rest of the work
week was a blur as Caris tried to concentrate at the office but he couldn’t
shake thoughts of Sanya from his mind. He picked up the phone several times to
call her only to end the call before it had gone through to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Why am I so nervous?” he questioned. “I am acting like
I’ve never spoken to Sanya before; like this is the first time I am going to
say two words to her. Get a grip Caris!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Are you okay?” Michael, a coworker asked as he entered
the workstation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes, why?” Caris replied<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Well, you’re talking to yourself and it sounded very
aggressive. You need to take a break?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “No, I am fine… I will be fine!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You’re sure?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes I am sure… I will relax later!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Later?” Michael questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yea, I am going to Krazy Coconuts for the Jah Cure
concert with a friend,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Sanya?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “How did you know?” Caris asked, a little startled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You called out her name!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I did?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes, you did! You sure you don’t want to leave work a
little earlier today? It’s already Friday and almost everyone has left
already,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Maybe I should. It would give me some time to run to
Cocorico, pick up a bottle or red wine and a few other things!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Got big plans?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes, I do!” Caris affirmed. He also needed that
affirmation as well. He doubted himself until the conversation with Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Well do your thing!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Thanks man!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris jumped from his
seat as he shut down his computer and cleared his desk. He was out of the
office. The vibe in Roseau was all about Jah Cure as Caris made his way around
town. Reggae was in the air and Caris breathed in deeply as he envisioned his
night with Sanya. He would drop by Sanya’s home with a rose and a bottle of
wine. Have a glass or two before leaving for the show. He wanted to stop off at
Old Stone Bar and Grill and treat Sanya to a nice meal. He had already arranged
with the proprietor for a special table in a corner and had asked that it be
adorned with ylang-ylang flowers. Caris had picked them himself at the Botanic
Gardens on his lunch break. They would also place small chocolates all over the
table in a heart shape along with two candles to compliment everything. Sanya
was only expecting Jah Cure but Caris would deliver a lot more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Splashing on some
cologne after his bath, he breathed in deeply. It was a do or die moment for
him and Caris knew it. He had fogged up the mirror during his shower and as he
wiped the surface, he smiled and winked at himself. He felt good; he had stuck
to his plans. It was all paying off finally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As he dressed, he
danced away to some Beres Hammond music in the background. He pulled out a
brown dress pants from his closet and a plaid dress shirt. His brown Clarks
complimented the pants well as they fell over it, just massaging his ankles. He
spun around and did a Michael Jackson impression. Caris was in a state of
heavenly bliss. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He slammed the door
behind him as he exited his riverside apartment. Touching his pockets for the
car keys, he remembered the tickets. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Phew,
I almost forgot them,” he thought, shaking his head in disbelief as he returned
to the house to retrieve the tickets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He pulled up a few
houses away from Sanya’s in Canefield as he needed a moment to recollect his
thoughts and go through his actions for the rest of the night. He had already planned
it all out in his mind but needed a reminder. He opened the glove compartment
and went through his notes. He needed to be meticulous and aggressive but still
with a charming tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris stepped out of
the vehicle and was greeted with a stiff breeze almost knocking his glasses
from the bridge of his nose. He stopped for a second put his hands over his
face and then proceeded to the house. A few young men were hanging out on the
corner smoking weed and drinking, the usual Friday night activity for a lot of
young men. As Caris busied past them, one of the young men stopped him in his
tracks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You doh checking your boys den?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris who was still
hampered by the wind looked up at the figure who was now standing dead in front
of him. The dread-locked young man had a spliff in his mouth and wore more
tattoos than clothing. Caris squinted as the young man grinned at him, blowing
smoke into the air. Caris knew that smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Daniel? Daniel Gregoire? Bro is that you?” exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yea man, is me dat!” he confirmed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “When did you get back to Dominica?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I was always here, I was in Stockfarm!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “ohhhh… okay,” Caris staggered, “but it’s good to see you
man. I going on a little move there, but we go have to link up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “No problem, do your thing, we will link up,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris shimmied out of
the crowd after tagging Daniel. He had changed so much, from the nerdy little
high school classmate to an ex-con. It had really been a long while. Caris
couldn’t dwell too much on that situation though as thoughts of Sanya came
rushing back to him. He opened the gate and stepped onto the walkway. The
overgrown lawn, which was now crowding the walkway, was wet from an earlier
shower. Caris bent down to touch the grass, moistening his palms and then
wiping them on his pants. He was still very nervous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He proceeded towards
the door but stopped dead in his tracks as he got to the front step. He was
about to reach for the doorknob when he saw two figures through the window. He
wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there. He wanted to retract his steps and
then return later. He had arrived earlier than Sanya would have expected. As he
motioned to turn around, he glimpsed through the window, at the exact time that
a gentle gust of wind pushed against the curtain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caris saw an image that
left him open-mouthed. Sanya was in a deep embrace with another man. It wasn’t
a friendly kiss; more like the deep, passionate, soulful kiss that Caris had
thought would end his night. Instead it was about to ruin all his plans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The shadowy figure of
the guy reached for the back of Sanya’s head, tilting it slight and tightening
the kiss as she let out a low, hissing moan. Caris dropped to his knees. He
turned away completely from the silhouetted appearance but recoiled onto the front
step. He put his hands over his face and breathed in deeply. It was over. Caris
stood up, put his right hand into his pocket, pulled out the Jah Cure tickets
and pushed them underneath the door. He wanted Sanya to find them there; he
wanted her to know he was at her doorstep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As he walked away from
the scene, he turned and gave them one final look. The curtain flung up even
higher this time to confirm the earlier scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“But,
I know that haircut; I know those ears,” he thought, “that’s…” but his mouth
didn’t allow him to finish his statement. It was too dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He turned to his ride,
drove straight home, put off his cell phone and took a sip from the bottle of
wine that he had wanted to share with Sanya. He threw the rest against the wall
as he dived into his bed. He lay there with his face towards the ceiling as the
fan circled. Tears filled his eyes. He stayed in that very spot until sadness
forced him to fall asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
End.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-60205634496289438962014-05-14T19:10:00.001-07:002014-05-14T19:10:42.828-07:00Your Body; My Poetry<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">
Your Body; My Poetry<br />By Delroy Nesta Williams</div>
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Your body reminds me of poetry<br />I want to lick the limerick off your lips<br />And dip into the similes of your smile.<br />Ask about the metaphors that are your mammelles<br />I wonder if I can touch them.<br />I want to wrap my hands around your waist with a tight hug<br />Much like how poems wrap their imagery around my mind<br />Let me hold you close and grab unto your round behind<br />Thick and firm<br />Much like how a series of rhymes encircle my thoughts<br />And leave me in bedazzled state of love and lust<br />Girl your body really reminds of poetry<br />The kind I learned in high school<br />The ones that I can still recite.<br />Like poetry, your body teaches me too,<br />Because I can see there's much more to you<br />Than the external beauty that you exude<br />I want to delve into your mind and read your thoughts<br />Examine every word, every line that you speak<br />Because the words that evolve out of your mouth<br />They see through me<br />They speak to me<br />Like books in the Bible<br />I just want to memorize every verse<br />I've sang songs like Solomon<br />I've cried over all the Psalms<br />But I haven't had the chance to held in your arms<br />Or kiss those chocolate-colored lips<br />I love the way how you slowly lick it<br />Those thoughts remind me of Rudyard Kipling's If<br />Well to be totally honest,<br />It reminds me of my remix of it<br />"If you can see this lady walk past you<br />And can't stop yourself from looking<br />If you can't help from thinking<br />All the things that you two would do<br />If she smiles at you<br />And you feel a tingle deep inside<br />If you want to jump up and down<br />Shouting amen and hallelujah<br />Because at that very moment<br />You've realized just how much of a blessing the good Lord has given to you."<br />This isn't any doggerel<br />And definitely not a lament<br />It's a shout of joy and sheer, simple happiness<br />Because the poetry that she reminds you of<br />Will one day be published<br />Find itself among the greats<br />In the annals of time<br />So her body will be everlasting<br />Like Lady Liberty<br />A monument of finesse and strength<br />Her body makes me want to break out in song<br />And sing her a sonnet<br />But my voice makes it rain<br />And that would dampen her smile<br />So I stay mute and keep my song hidden in a haiku<br />Let the world try to decipher<br />What only you and I discern<br />So now I’ve come to the end of this ode<br />I praise your body with every word<br />That emanates from my being<br />The inspiration that influenced this epistle<br />I desire for all seasons<br />Three hundred and sixty five days<br />Without any breaks<br />Unless I guess, to repeat every line, every rhyme<br />Like a stanza from my personal anthem.</div>
DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-88828040874360530432014-04-13T18:30:00.000-07:002014-04-13T18:30:04.603-07:00When Sorry Just Isn't Enough<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">When sorry just isn't enough</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">By Delroy Nesta Williams</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Wrote you hundreds of letters to say that I'm sorry</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But the words written on the paper just seemed so empty</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So I threw them out with the rest of the trash</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I called you so many times but at the last moment I hung up the phone</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I couldn't muster the bravery to listen to the hurt in your voice</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I've even visited your workplace but stopped at the do</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">orstep<br />I wasn't strong enough to see disappointment in your face<br />I'm even more disappointed in me<br />I fell short of the man that I promised you that I would be<br />The sweet words I charmed you with became bitter with scorn<br />The wining and dining disappeared like a ship at the horizon<br />All the sweet kisses and tender touches, I found reasons to cease<br />I just did the wrong things too often, I did as I pleased<br />Objecting to your wants and neglecting your needs<br />Now, I know the error of my ways<br />Trust me, I'm way past ashamed<br />But I can't pinpoint the moment things became this way<br />What really happened? When did I become so bitter and cold?<br />I want you back but not if I can't correct the mistakes I made<br />I wouldn't want you to relive this heartache<br />I look back and see the mountain of pain<br />That I built up in your way,<br />A relationship filled with emotional strain<br />How you stayed that long is a mystery to me<br />Why you didn't walk out long before still baffles me<br />I see now that I actually pushed you out the door<br />You would still be here if I had acted with just a little more decorum<br />If I had given you even half the love you showed me<br />Now I'm wishing for a taste of the love that I was once showered with<br />I'm in this deserted place, without an oasis<br />No love, no love, no love<br />Like a homeless man, I keep roaming the streets<br />With no where to rest my head<br />No comfort for my wondering soul<br />Because I walked out on my world!<br />No, really I walked out of heaven<br />Like the fallen angel<br />Living in a perpetual hell<br />A fire consuming my mind, body and soul<br />Hurting deep down within my bones<br />I need comfort, I need healing<br />But I know that I've long let go of the source of my inner peace<br />The woman who gives my life its meaning!<br />I can't bring myself to deliver an apology<br />I hurt the one that I love and that haunts me<br />I can't even face my own self<br />To say that I'm sorry!</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-82678098089634572382014-04-13T18:26:00.000-07:002014-04-13T18:26:41.435-07:00Freestyle PoetryIt's Sunday evening and I'm bored... when i get into a funk like this, I thank the Lord for the gift of the written word... so I started to write, and this is what I came up with... hope you like it:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Freestyle poetry</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">By Delroy Nesta Williams</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Feeling like an afterthought</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">From priority to last in line</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Banished like Romeo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And I hope you're my Juliet</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Because I would kill for you</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I would die for you too</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Without any reservation</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />But like Judas Iscariot<br />You've back-stabbed me<br />Straight in my heart<br />And I don't think I will survive this attack<br />I've put all my eggs in one basket, ignoring all warnings<br />And everyone of them has a crack<br />Salmonella poisoning so death may be coming<br />I just wish I paid attention to the signs<br />But I'm hoping to heal in time<br />Again, this is a lesson not learnt<br />An avoidable event if I had only listened<br />But I'm stubborn, hard-headed<br />I've got to do it my way<br />Which means I take the high way<br />Although I'm hitchhiking<br />All across the world, so I'm globe-trotting<br />With no map, taking any direction<br />Like the Pygmies, feeling nomadic<br />Hope this doesn't end in tragedy<br />Because it seems like you've already walked out on me<br />So impatient<br />don't you know that love takes time<br />But you've broken the hourglass<br />I've ran the race and finished last<br />All that's left is a consolation prize<br />Thank God I enjoyed the journey<br />Because now that I've returned to you<br />You're not here to fill this void in me<br />I'm more than just empty<br />I'm a bottomless pit of anguish</span>DelroyNestahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08586737384844746952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752941341768988035.post-42477087658384160082014-03-24T09:48:00.001-07:002014-05-16T14:28:02.141-07:00love letter<br />
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was fiddling around, having this conversation with a young lady about my Erotica poem and she asked if I wrote love letters... it's been a while since I did but I decided to write her a love letter, right then and there... just because I could... <br />
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Hi girl<br />
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I want to love you, but only if you would let me the way I know you deserve to be. <br />
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I would wake you up with sweet kisses to you lips and cheeks, breakfast in bed then roll back up between the sheets. Make sweet love till we're both wide awake, fully stimulated to face the trials of the day. Send you text messages throughout the day or even give you a surprise visit at your workplace. Sneak of in a corner of the office to just kiss and caress you... I just want to be with you.<br />
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At the end of each day, treat you to dinner for two, dinner by the candle light when the moon is full. Throw down rose petals at your feet, give you a full body massage to rejuvenate you when you're feeling weak. With scented candles, incense sticks in the dim light, make sweet love to you from sundown to midnight. <br />
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What would it take to get you to realize, when I look at you, I see my dreams fulfilled in your eyes.<br />
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Baby girl, just be with me...<br />
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Erotica <br />
By Delroy Nesta Williams<br />
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I want you all naked and sweaty in my bed, panting for breath<br />
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Legs on my shoulders, twisted in all kind of positions<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Look into my eyes with lust and want<br /> Time to slam my dick into that warm, wet cunt<br /> Let that pussy purr for me<br /> Fingernails digging into my back<br /> Toes curling, head tilted to the side<br /> Riding on top of me as our bodies collide<br /> This moist friction as my waist meets your hips<br /> Motioning like the waves when rocking ships <br /> A few bites to the neck to mark what's mine<br /> I see the look in your eyes<br /> And that sheepish kinda smile<br /> Hands on my back massaging up and down my spine<br /> But now it's time to change positions and let me take command<br /> Pour some red wine out from the bottle And let me suck it from your navel<br /> Some melted chocolate to lick off those nipples<br /> So erect, standing at attention<br /> Meeting my lips so my tongue can salute them<br /> I hear you hiss and slither like a serpent in motion<br /> Slap that ass let you know who's in control<br /> Slowly, slowly then quicken the rhythm<br /> And suddenly, you shudder under me<br /> Pussy fluids flowing like a river<br /> Turn you over let me ram you from behind<br /> Girl, the fuck fest has just begun<br /> Oh this definitely is not a quickie<br /> I'm gonna enjoy this til you draw out the last drop of cum from me<br /> One hand on your shoulder, another on your waist<br /> Roll that ass as I enter with rhythmic pace<br /> Take your time baby, just call out my name<br /> Because this is a marathon not a sprint race<br /> We've got hours to go, I'm not a one-round show<br /> Hop up around my waist<br /> It's time for the wheelbarrow<br /> A bite to my chest<br /> But never on my neck<br /> Please don't stop what you're doing though<br /> I can't wait for what's next<br /> Nibble on my ear lobe<br /> Even bite the tip of my lips<br /> I'm cuming girl, I can no longer resist<br /> And I explode like a mine in a war field<br /> I'm shedding all skin like I've been cured from leprosy<br /> Panting for breath as you lie on top of me<br /> I hope you're ready for round two and three!</span></div>
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