Butter

/All the guys keep their distance from you...
All the guys say that you're mean...
But none of them have ever gotten the gist of you...
none of them have explored sights unseen
like I did...
that's how I got to know you..
the parts of you that you keep hid..
hidden from love, love I want to show you.../

/sad girl
somebody broke your heart...
you're not a
bad girl..
just a woman in need of a brand new start../

/I've got a sweet deal that's so good for you...
and it'll warm your soul...
I've got a plan to be your man...
gonna make you lose control-
and it'll make you melt like butter....
put a smile on that frowning face...
it'll make you melt like butter....
you'll be singing and dancing all over the place.../

/ It was obvious to me
that something was going on with you...
it was so plain to see
that you were in need of something new to do...
it was like pulling teeth,
tryin to get a word of conversation from you..
but I knew that you'd come around after awhile...
once you talked to someone who understood what you were goin through...\

/ And I'm so glad you decided to spend some time with me...
so glad you did...
so glad that you allowed me to see...
the soft side of you that you kept hid.../

/ and baby..
I've got a sweet deal that's so good for you..
it'll warm your soul...
I've got a deal that's so real and true...
and truth be told...
it'll make you melt like Butter...
break down those defenses...
it'll make you melt like Butter....
it'll shock your senses...
and make you melt like Butter.../

Anxiety

/Why do I act as though you're all that matters?
Foolish of me to feel this way.
You're lost in your self conscious chatter
You could care less about me from day to day...
Why do I place you on a pedestal so high...
so foolish of me to believe
that you would somehow realize how hard I try..
oh tell me how could I be so naive?/

/ and oh, the anxiety
when I realize, you might not love me...
this scares me...
that I can't even seem to breathe-
oh, the horrible reality...
that I take my love for you so seriously
and I can't comprehend you not being in love with me..
and it fills me with constant

anxiety./

/Why did I write you that letter?
Exposing my feelings for you...
How could I have thought that a text or an e-mail
would make things better?
Oh, I was such a fool.
To think that you would be moved...
I never felt like this..
I never asked for any romance..
The price I'm paying for this misery
Of existing everyday without a chance..../

and oh
the anxiety
when I realize that you don't want me...
and oh girl
this is scaring me...
and right now it's hard for me to breathe
oh the anxiety-
because I take my feelings for you so seriously...
i'm just an option to you, it's clear to see..
while I've made you a priority..../

baby why aren't you in love with me?
just asking the question fills me with-

anxiety...../

Clerow's Wet Dream

He dreamed of Mabel Jenkins! He remembered how each curve of her body seemed to be so definitive...He remembered how she used to laugh that big hardy southern throaty laugh...and how her shoulder length hair always looked so lovely as her head swayed ...while she was laughing.
Mabel! His Mabel...
He remembered holding her mellon like breasts that always seemed like they were at war with whatever bra she chose to wear in his hands and gently caressing them. He was never rough with Mabel Jenkins...She would not hear of it..
She had a gentle touch herself...He remembered the first time she gazed at his erect penis , how wide her mouth opened and how she said- "Oh my god Clerow...you've got a horse..." and how she gently stroked it as her stroked her breasts.......

This had been four years ago.....when they were both in Monroe ,Louisiana...before they had come to the god forsaken North..To Philadelphia...Where Mabel had moved to , to start a new life...after he had shattered the one they had in the South. She had caught him with her younger
sister!!! He had had her bent over the kitchen table...goin to town...doggie style... Her younger sister was moaning and he himself was moaning even louder...

He regretted that...he hadn't meant to hurt Mabel...Her sister always teased him, when he was waiting for Mabel to get dressed...She would come in the room with her low rider jeans, just low enough where he could see the Victoria Secret waistband on her panties...She would wear a blouse that was opened ridiculously too much ,so that he could see her breasts...and she would always wink at him or stick her tongue out when she thought Mabel wasn't looking....

Trifling , that girl was...She wasn't nothing like Mabel....She didn't make love like Mabel...She was wild and loose and not gentle at all...Mabel made love slow...she took her time..she got him to the point of explosion ,then she would slow down and let him savor how good her body felt.
And Mabel's sister couldn't cook...couldn't boil water...but Mabel made the best Fried Chicken
in Louisiana for his money...

Mabel got the Post Office to Transfer her to Philadelphia. She left Monroe and went North to find her a place and just like that...Mabel was gone. He was in Jail then...a minor thing..an assault..a fight in a bar. When he got out of jail he went to Philadelphia to find her. It wasn't hard
He had once worked for the Post Office himself..and they both had mutual friends who would talk over a bottle of Jack Daniels.....He'd found her...only ,she was with another man now.....

They sat and they supped together...Mabel's fine Fried Chicken....Only he was the one going home now....This other guy, was probably laying back in his bed...and Mabel was probably going
up and down...up and down on him...slowly...slowly ,allowing him to savor the moment....
and then........

Then Clerow woke up, alone in his bed....disgusted !!!! He felt like a 14 year old!

The Sexual Tension Suite

/ Baby Stay Awake
don't go to sleep
it's time for me to make love to you.../

/ girl, stay awake..
don't play hide and seek
with your love...
when you know it's time for me
to love you.../

/ now I've had my mind on you
most of the day
and I've been contemplating
several different positions
and several different ways
ways I want to please you
tonight...
so please don't just turn over...
I feel like gettin luckier than a
four leaf clover.../

/ We've watched a movie on cable...
now come on...
I'm willing and I'm able...
now isn't this deep...
you're talkin bout you want to go to sleep...
I know it's the late night hour...
but how bout if we both take a shower...
to begin our night...
it could be so right.../

/so baby stay awake,don't go to sleep
it's time for me to make love to you...
girl, stay awake-
don't play hide and seek...
when it's time for me to love you...

/don't make me beg-
stay awake...think of what you'll lose
if you go to sleep on me now..
baby stay awake...
good lovin is yours to choose...
try to stay with me now- /

/because girl I long to give you
what you need...
when you need it baby..
what you want-
the way you want it baby...
believe that I-
I'll be your good rockin daddy....
when you say you need it...
when you need it badly...

/ I long to give you-
ouu...
I need yo give you
what you need
oh...
when you need it ...
what you want
the way you told me you want it baby..
honey just believe-
that I am your good rockin daddy...
when you're in need...
ouuuu..
when you need it badly...../

We are in the room at the end of the hall...
you're wearing next to nothing at all..
visualize this with me girl..
you and me-
in the softest bed in the world...
baby close the door,
close the blinds...
let's slowly lose our minds...
visualize this with me girl
making love in the softest bed in the world..../


sweet dreams!!!

The Love I'll Get

Lady, I know your kind..
you think you're all that...
you know you're fine...
but actually you're afraid to give yourself
to someone...
Intimacy is something you find yourself
constantly running from.../

Baby, I know your kind...
you think you got it going on,
you've got such an ego, such pride...
but really, you're afraid to fall in love...
so you front and you hide.../

/but love, you know...that's okay
it's all good...
because-
one day you'll come to me and tell me
how much you love me..
and then you'll squeeze me...
you'll want to please me...
and you will no longer want to tease me...
and the love
that I'll get from you is gonna be so good../

but check this out player
I know all of the guys
tell you all of the time...
about how you're so fine...
how you're so fly...
and how you just blow their mind../

/You notice that when their eyes
meet your eyes
they seemingly lose all memory of space
and of times...
you like that don't you?
it makes you feel so cool...
but foolish you.../

/you see because like I told you...
it's all good
because one day you'll come to me and say
that you need me
("you're laughing now, but it's true")
then you'll squeeze me..
you'll want to please me...
and you won't be about teasing me...
and then the love
that I'll get from you will be so good....

/you'll say that you love me...
you'll kiss and hug me..
you'll say that you'll never leave me..
and baby girl you'll tell me that you
need me ....
and the love...that I'll get from you...
Is gonna be so good.

She wuz a Southern Girl...

She was a Southern Girl......and lawd she could cook.. I remember the first time I went to her house... It was early on a Saturday morning...I had got up, shaved..showered, splashed on some
'jamaica Boy "cologne that I'd gotten from the Barber shop up on 46th Street the week before.
My Car was in the shop ,So I caught the El at 56th & Market nd rode to 15th and Market ,where I switched to the Broad Street Subway. I rode the subway to Broad and Olney and then caught a bus over to Tupelhocken Street, where she lived.

Normally ,I wouldn't catch a bus, The Elevated Train , The Subway and another bus to see anybody. Hell, I don't use that much Public Transportation to get to Work...but Mabel Jenkins was special. See, She was a Southern Girl....From Monroe, Louisiana , she said...Every curve on that woman's body was well defined...I tell you and she could cook....she could cook!

When I got to her house...Mabel was cooking her world famous Fried Chicken...I often wondered
what made her Fried Chicken taste so much better than anybody else's I'd ever tasted.
She always looked at me and winked and said- "That's cause you from Philly....you don know nothin bout a southern girl's special magic she said."

She took four cups of all purpose flour,divided, two tablespoons of garlic sauce, 1 tablespoon of
paprika, 3 divided teaspoons of black pepper, 2 and a half teaspoons of poultry seasoning, two
eggs, one and a half cups of lukewarm water..one teaspoon of salt and my only contribution to
the meal....Two three and a half pounded broiler frying chickens, which I had purchased from
the Shop rite on 52nd and Jefferson the day before and began to work her magic.

I watched as she took a large resealable plastic bag and added the garlic, flour, paprika,
black pepper and poultry seasoning...and closed the bag and mixed it up....I watched attentively
as pretty brown frame began to shake the bag and everything about her began to shake in all of
the right places.

She took a big white bowl and added water,two eggs ,salt and the remaining flour and pepper.
She dipped the chicken in the egg mixture and then placed it in the bag. She only placed a few
peices at a time...then she shook the bag until all of the chicken parts were coated.
She heated the chicken in a deep fat fryer at 375 degrees...

While the chicken was frying...I tossed a couple of ears of corn in a boiling pot of hot water,
and made a pitcher of red kool aid...I hit the CD player and played a little Frankie Beverly
and Maze...It was definitely an old school kind of day..We was gonna feast and then a knock
came to the door.

Of course I told Mabel to ignore it...but you know women...between the door and the phone they
got to answer it. No sooner had she gone to the door then he came in. His name was Clerow and'
like her, he was from the South.

"I thought you was in jail" she yelled as he pushed his way through the door.

"I'm out...what is HE doin here?" he snarled as he looked at me.

"That's my man now...we aint together no more Clerow...Ah told you, you gots to go."
said Mabel.

I was anticipating a fight and I steeled up for one....

Clerow looked, then he sniffed-

"Mabel ,is that your famous Crispy Fried Chicken??" He said ,seemingly in awe....

"Yes it is." she said.

"There's enough here for all of us " I said..."Let's sit down here and enjoy some a this good food man." I said.

The three of us sat down and ate Mabel's good fried chicken, corn on the cob, and drank
Kool Aid....Clerow was so full and content that he got up and left...Apparently he forgot why
he came and what he was so angry about.

I'm certain he'll be back and this will have to be settled but for today, Mabel's good cookin helped usavoid what could have been a bad scene for all involved...Mabel was just good that
way...

She was a Southern girl..