Cherish

She was drop dead gorgeous...Honey Brown skinned, with the most gorgeous legs I'd ever seen...
Baby making hips ,as my room mate Paris would have said...and a cute round little face with a dimple on each side..She wore her hair in a long pony-tail and always came to class with the shortest of skirts on. She was driving me and most of the guys in my class crazy. Since I could see that I might have a lot of competition, I made my move early. I made a couple of humorous comments in class that even made the Professor smile a bit...and I looked over at her to make sure she was smiling too..She was.

One night after class, I asked her if she wouldn't mind having some ice cream with me. She said okay and so we left school and walked a few blocks over to a small place on the corner that served the best Banana Splits in the city.

"So, what is your name? My name is Blake?"I said.

"Mine is Cherish...Cherish Watkins.." she said.

'Oh...like in the song...Cherish is a word I use to describbbbeeeee..." I sang jokingly...

"You have a nice singing voice. I'm used to people singing that song when they hear what my name is." she joked.

"Really? You think so?" I laughed.

"No...I just didn't want to hurt your feelings." she laughed.

'Oh, you got jokes." I laughed.

She laughed too...She was so easy to talk to...and for the first time in months, I felt relaxed around a woman...I did want to sex her something feirce , but I didn't feel any pressure to try.

"So I don't see your car in the parking lot.....How did you get to school tonight?" I asked.

"My car is in the shop...my friend is picking me up as soon as I text him." she said.

"Is this "friend" uh , a guy?" I asked.

"Yeah as a matter of fact ,he is." she said.

"Oh...er, uh...well...you know...I, uh..." I was at a loss for what to say next.

"Is this your way of trying to ask me if I have a man?...No, he's not my man...I suspect he wants to be...just like you probably do...but he 's not presently my man...he's just a friend." she said.

"A friend with uh, benefits?" I asked.

"God, you're newsy to be a guy.....No, he hasn't had any benefits yet...but anything is possible."
she said.

"I'd like to be a possibility in the near future...." I said.

"You just met me tonight" she said.

"Yeah, but I've been watching you all semester...." I said.

"Just got your nerve up to step to a sister near the end of the semester huh?" she said.

"No....I've been kind of obligated." I said... Just then my Blackberry went off. Cherish looked at it
and said...

"Ohhhhh, I see....Now it's my turn to ask the questions...Is that your woman?" she asked.

"No....she's kind of like what you would call a "friend with benefits." I said.

"And you want to get with me why? If you got a "friend with benefits"? she asked.

"I don't want her...at least not anymore....I was attracted to her at one time....and then we entered into this arrangement...it's kind of complicated.....see, she's my landlord..and she was attracted to me...and I was kinda attracted to her and well, we started seeing each other-"

"You mean you started doing each other" she added.

"Yeah somethin like that....and now it's just gotten out of hand. I wanted to take her out, wanted her to meet my friends...but she wasn't havin it...she just wanted to have sex." I said.

"And your problem is? " she asked.

"You got it all wrong sister....The sex was cool for awhile...but after awhile, you know...you want a little somethin more out of a relationship...I mean ,I do.."I said.

"Wow...you are different..I don't meet too many guys like you Blake.....You got your Blackberry?
Here's my cell number and my home address....Call me when you've taken care of your problem." she said.

"Word? For real?" I said.

"Yeah..you sound interesting to say the least....and you got pretty hazel eyes...I like that..maybe we can go out...but I don't want no drama...so don't call me until you've handled your business"
She said.

I paid for our ice cream and I walked her back to the school and waited with her for her ride...

"Why don't you call dude and tell him you found another ride home? I'll take you home..my ride
is right over there?" I said.

She thought for a moment then she smiled and said-

"You just want to know where I live.....Against my better judgement, I'm gonna let you take
me home..but don't come by my house just yet..not until..."

"Yeah I know, not til I've handled this..." I said. My Blackberry went off again...Another text!

"You gonna answer her text?" said Cherish

"Nah, screw her....Get in the car...I'l drive you home." I said.

She lived in East Oak Lane on a beautiful tree lined street with nice neat little houses that had just enough room in between them that you could breathe without your neighbor hearing you.
The whole time I drove..I felt as light as a feather, like a burden had been lifted off of me, as though I could do anything I wanted...Like a whole new world had opened up to me!

As I parked my car and walked into the apartment....I got a phone call, it was Cheryl.

"Blake, where have you been...I've been texting you all night?"

"I had class, you know that." I said dryly...

"Well, get up here..I need you inside of me right now...." she said.

"Nah." I said.

"What do you mean no? I'm wearing a black mesh thong and not much else..." she said.

I was no fool...I went up to her apartment and did it until I was satisfied.....as I was putting my clothes on I informed her that that was it.

"What do you mean Blake? You breaking up with me?" she said mockingly....

'We really wasn't never together.....What I'm saying is...I'm ending this...I'm not doing this with you anymore...I'm done...and besides, I've met someone." I said.

"That's kool..but you know what that means right?" she said.

"I know...I'll have the rent to you on the first of the month." I said.

'Nah bruh...not just this month's rent....I want what is it now, seven month's back rent from both you and your room-mate next Friday or you're both outta hereeee!!!" she said.

'What? You can't do that?" I said.

"Oh yes the hell I can......you both owe me seven month's back rent..by law,yall should have been out of here." She said.

"But we had a deal, an arrangement." I protested.

"You can't prove it..it's your word against mine..." she said.

She was right...which leads me to where this story began.


(Conclusion tomorrow!)

Texture

"I'm horny, get up here now" read the text message from Cheryl...I showed it to Paris who was lying across his bed listening to music on his IPOD dock..

"Yeah, so what are you doing showing that to me?...Why aren't you rushing out the door? In fact,why aint you up there in her room right now..naked??" he said.

"Man ,I was just up there two nights ago...I'm tired as hell." I said.

"Yeah? , Well if I had to pay my rent this weekend,I'd be broke as hell and wouldn't be goin to AC with that fly honey I met at the AKA jazz brunch last week..so GET UP THERE" he barked.

I went, but I took the elevator...Once inside her room though, all tiredness left me as we took passion to a new level. It was a good thing that this girl lived on the very top floor by herself. She was a loud lover...Her screams would wake the dead.

I returned to my apartment tired and worn out ...I laid down and caught about an hour of sleep
and then I got another text.

"I need some more...come back up?"

I ignored it....and went back to sleep. I would say that I was sleeping and that I didn't see it, which afterall was the truth. In the beginning, I would be the one to text her...That way,I controlled the action...but now she had turned the game around...She was doing most of the texting and it was getting worse. I was sitting in class one night and I got this-

"I miss you sooo much....please cum inside me as soon as possible (smile) -:)"

One Sunday,I was sitting in church and my Blackberry went off! Pastor Struthers looked at me
and said-

'Son, if that aint Jesus calling..turn that thing off.." The entire congregation laughed..I was so embarrassed and mad at the same time...When I did read the text, after church it said...

"How about having some Heaven on Earth this afternoon..."

This was getting to be too much...She was hooked on my penis like a junkie on crack and each time I did as I was told. I was beginning to wonder if she was a nymphomaniac or a sex addict or something. Her libido was higher than most guys I knew.

One afternoon we were lying in bed , after a rigorous session and I said to her-

"Hey you know...I've never taken you to a movie or out to dinner...and come to think of it, you don't know any of my friends."

She put an end to this conversation real quick-

"What? Blake..you want me to be like...your girlfriend or something??Hahahahahahaha, I don't want to go to no movies with you, I am not interested in meeting any of your friends and please
don't start catching any feelings...All I want is that big peice of meat between your legs..." she said.

For the first time in my life ,I actually knew how a lot of women must feel at times when dealing with certain types of guys..Hell, when dealing with me. I had dealt with a lot of women simply for sex and had no intention of getting to know them past the bedroom...This must have made a lot of them feel the way I felt right this minute...objectified...like a peice of meat...It wasn't a good feeling and I hoped that I'd never make another human being feel the way I felt at this minute.
I started out thinking that I was using Cheryl...and it turned out ,she was using me.

I couldn't talk about how I felt to Paris or Sean..they wouldn't understand...they would think I was soft or worse, gay...but I knew someone who I respected, who I could talk to....Chess!
I went to the diner that Chess and his boy Chris Thompson always hung out at and had a tumbler of coffee. I told Chess the entire story and he sat and listened, then he busted out laughing just like Paris and Sean would have done...After he finished..he thought for a moment then he said-

"I know how ya feel Blake....Well actually,I don't...but I applaud you for at least trying to be a human being...Most of these cats out here don't know what that is..they just fakin it. The solution
is simple....if you tired of this babe..you gotta tell her that you aint no performing circus pet and that you can't do this no more. You got the power man..the power is withing you to change this..
It always has been Blake....I bet you she'd tell you ,if she was tired of you." said Chess

"Yeah man, you right." I said....Just then ,I got another text...

" I am sooo horny it's not funny,please,please ,please get over here..I need you soo bad."

I showed the text to Chess....

He looked at it, shrugged his shoulders and said-

"And you haven't paid rent in how many months man?"

(To Be Continued....)

The Arrangement

The first time I sent Cheryl Starks a text, was exactly one month to the day of our encounter in the laundry room...It simply read:

"Are you available?"

She sent me a text back in about forty minutes that read-

"It's about damn time..I wondered if you were ever going to get in contact with me...
bring condoms and erase this message, once you read it!"

I erased the message (She checked my Blackberry) and I brought the exact condum she told me to bring...The Trojan lubricated..."pleasurable for both her and him" I didn't tell Paris...just told him I would be back soon.

I took the back stairs to her floor...Just as she instructed me to do and knocked on her door once...again..just as she instructed. She opened the door and had on a Victoria's Secret, sheer
Night gown...Sheer enough for me to see a brown leopard print bra and matching leopard print
string bikini panties... She must've worked out, because I'm telling you her body was right...just
anatomically perfect....I stood there in total awe...

'Don't stand there gawking..come inside.......then maybe you'll get to cum inside.....you know what I'm sayin..." she hissed.

She didn't have to tell me twice.....This was some of the best lovemaking I have ever had in my life. She was insatiable...One time and even two didn't satisfy her....That night , I beleive we made love about seven times and in every position you can imagine. I came back to my apartment exhausted...Paris asked me-

"Hey man, where you been?"

"Huh? I was workin out." I said...

"Workin out? You? Nigga you aint worked out a day in your life..Where you been?" he asked.

'What are you, my mom or somethin? I believe I'm grown." I answered.

Paris was no fool and it took him five minutes to put it together.

"You hittin somethin in here aint'cha? Hahahahah...awww,so that's it huh? Who is it Blake?
That white chick that moved in upstairs that always smiles at you or is that Asian babe??"
he asked.

'Nah man, it aint neither of them...man just forget it..okay?" I said.

"What you so secretive about? I always tell you when I get a hook up..who is it? Spill it bruh?"
he said.

"Alright man...but if I tell you...you gotta promise me you won't tell nobody okay?" I said.

"Okay who is it man...I won't tell a soul..it's on the sheild baby!" said Paris.

"It's Cheryl ..Cheryl Starks..." I said.

"Word? The landlady??" said Paris...

"Yeah man..I been on her since you went to the Konclave...We aint gotta pay no rent as long as we live here as long as what we doin stay on the d L." I said.

"Mums the word frat....My man..I can't tell Sean?" he asked.

"No man...not if you want to live rent free." I said.

"Hah ha....well alright.....Blake...you must be layin the good pipe....Tell me bruh, uh er ah is she a
freak?" asked Paris...

"Man like you won't beleive" I said...giving Paris the Kappa shake...

Paris was as good as his word...He didn't tell a soul and for the first month..I was visiting Cheryl at least three times a week. Just like man can't live on bread alone, Man can't live on sex alone.
I had a life. I was taking a couple of classes at community and I did have a job...So as you can understand...this cut my "visits" down from three times a week to maybe twice a month.
On top of that,Paris,Sean and I would hang out at Josie's with Kevin and Clerow and we were regulars at Chess and Chris Thompson's card game, so this took me away from her even more.

I tried to see Cheryl just enough that we didn't have to pay rent....but more and more, this little arrangement was becoming more like work....and a lot less fun than in the beginning. Don't get me wrong..the sex was off the chain..but the demands on my time was somewhat imprisoning.
I suppose if I loved her or had feelings for her it would have been better, but try as I might..I just didn't....but I needed a roof over my head.

Little did I know..Cheryl was about to change the game....

(To Be Continued.....)

Land Shark

Hi My name is Blake...and I've got a slight problem... You see I've been evicted from my apartment...That in itself would not be such a problem ,except that my eviction has also affected
my best friend ,frat brother and room-mate's living arrangements also. Paris and I are both now on the street.

Paris and I lived down the hall from each other ,when we attended Howard University....What made us friends was that we were both from Philly and in a strange town, that being..Washington DC. that was foreign to us. We had some of the same classes and hung out with some of the same guys. So, when Paris decided to pledge Kappa Alpha Psi...it was just a forgone conclusion that I was going to do it also. We pledged with another guy, a Sean Jackson, who now takes photos for Hype magazine...The three of us got initiated together and remain close to this day. Sean has done quite well for himself....Got a nice gig....working with another friend of ours, Kevin Morris...Got himself a fly ass girlfriend, named Sheila...an account executive at the magazine, who he lives with and a nice house...a few blocks from the apartment complex we were living in.

Paris and I are probably closer to each other than we are our line brother,Sean. We aren't the settling down type like he now says he is. Over the years, We have "entertained " a bevy of young ladies between us. I was still in that mode when I got involved with Shirley...or should I say Ms. Cheryl Starks. Cheryl Starks was our landlady. She wasn't the typical landlady...She was at least three years younger than Paris and myself and possesed a 36-24-36 frame on her....
Yes...to say that was a brickhouse would be an understatement.

She lived on the premises in an Apartment on the 16th Floor. A lot of people paid their rent on line, but Paris and I liked to pay our rent in person...Everytime we went up to her apartment ,she was wearing either a very sheer night gown, that just happened to be open, showing a lot of cleavage or a lacy ,frilly bra...or something else very tight and revealing...We loved the "view". Now that I think about, I think she knew all along why we would pay in person.
After we had lived in her apartment complex for about three months...she started coming down to our apartment to get the rent money. I remember one time in particular....It was last year...and Paris was out of town...He was in Atlanta at the Kappa Konclave...I had decided to sit this one out this year...I was in the basement of the complex doing my laundry....

I had on shorts and a red and white "wifebeater" with the Kappa Diamond on it....I was squeezing the water out of an article of clothing in one of the deep sinks..
" Apparently ,you didn't use the spin cycle correctly....or you wouldn't have had to do that" she said in an allurring voice.

"Yeah...I think I packed too much clothing in the one washing machine" I said.

"You always do your laundry at twelve midnight?" she asked.

"Nah...I meant to do it earlier, but I was watching a movie and fell asleep." I said.

"Oh? entertaining I see?" she asked.

"Entertaining? Me? No....I'm all alone tonight...My room mate is in Atlanta and I'm here doing laundry." I said.

"What...no date tonight?" She asked.


"Nah, the phone has not been ringing much these days." I replied.


"Hmmmmm...a man with big broad muscular shoulders like you should always have someone to hold on a lonely Saturday night." she said.

"Yeah,I suppose.." I said.

"I didn't realize you were a Kappa man...I'm a Zeta Phi Beta myself." she said.


"Yeah? Word! I knew a few when I was in college." I said.


"Your roomie told me yall went to Howard.." she said.



"Where did you go?" I asked



"Here, Lincoln University." she said.



"I visited Lincoln a few times..yall had some nice parties." I said.



"I came to a few of Howard's Homecomings...." she said.



The small talk continued like this until I got all of my clothes in the dryer.... Soon it was close to

1:30 and the only people in the laundromat was me and Cheryl Starks...We were sitting on one of the hard plastic benches sipping Cokes and then the next minute, she was rubbing my arms and before I knew it, I had dozed off , asleep.....



I wasn't asleep long...I woke up and she was kissing me...first my cheek, and then my lips....I must admit...her body felt good..nice and firm, yet soft in all of the right places... I suppose now in hindsight...I should have stopped her...but what could I do? She opened my zipper and pulled
out my rock hard erection and began deep throating me right there in the laundromat......

"Ohhhhh...ummmmph...uh...Ms. Starks....what ...what are you doingggggggg...ohhhhhhh..." I gasped...

'Something ,I've been wanting to do, since you moved in here.....and don't tell me that you don't feel the same way too....I've seen the way you look at me when you come to pay the rent...they way your eyes practically undressed me.....I knew all along..." she said.

"Yeah, but...shouldn't we got back to my room at least?" I gasped...


"It's after one...nobody else will be coming down here ." she said as she continued...

I lifted her up...slipped her panties down...(she was wearing a very sheer, yellow Sun dress) I sat her on top of one of the washing machines that had my last load of clothes in it and entered her....
"Ouuuuuuuuuu...you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment Blake...ohhhhhhhhh
..ouuuuuuuuuuu..." she cooed.

Between the motion of the washing machine and my thrusting...her eyes began rolling into the back of her head..and she certainly was making enough noise to wake somebody up... The thought that we both could get caught, seemed to make me even more excited..as we continued
to go at it...kissing each other as though our lives depended on it...

It wasn't long before I turned her around and placed her stomach on the cold hard exterior of the washing machine and took her from behind...She winced and then gasped as we contined to
go at it...I kept wondering what I would do if someone did come down into that basement but no one did... We both climaxed like we never climaxed before and fell to the floor...exhausted....

"Oh my God, that was incredible..." she said. I kept thinking to myself...Paris aint gonna believe this when I tell him. Then she turned to me and said...

"Blake...take me to your room...let's do this right..." I was stunned.....I couldn't beleive my good fortune.....If only I had known then what I knew now.

We went to my room and that night, I had Cheryl in my bed. We made love this time, much slower and much more passionate than we had in the laundromat... The next morning when I woke up, Cheryl was folding my clothes...She walked over to me and gave me a kiss.. Then she said to me.

"Oh Blake, you made me feel soooo good......listen to me...you and your room mate never have to
pay rent again as long as you live here." she said.

"Awww come on stop playin...I mean, I know I through down last night..but I wasn't that good."
I said.

"I'm serious....you and Paris, don't have to pay anymore rent.....at least not as long as you can make me feel like that." she said.

"What? Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes...I am..but the only thing is..You can't say a word about this to anybody...not even your room-mate...If I hear about this...the deal if off..."she said sternly....

"Oh Word!" I said... grabbing her around her waist... She removed my hands this time...

"No...not right now...there is plenty more from where this came from, but we have got to be discreet if we are going to do this Blake..When you want me...text me....and I'll text you back if I'm available and you just come up to my room. Don't come without calling or texting and always come alone." she said kind of sternly. (There was signs of the control freak right there that I just didn't pick up.)

Was I dreaming? Things like this only happened to guys in porn movies or lies I thought....There
is a saying that if something is too good to be true...It usually is...As I would find out. This would
be one of those times.

(To be continued)

Mabel's Proposal

ART: "Jazz Still Life" By Keith Mallett

Reed Nelson was in California, touring up and down the coast....I got this from his girl, Cherry Johnson, who hadn't seen him in close to a month. Me? My name is "88" , I play the Piano for a living. You wouldn't know it though. I toured with Reed and his band from Boston to New Haven to New York City, North Jersey, Philly and Myrtle Beach,South Carolina. Then I came back to Philly for a couple of weeks..I was missing Mabel Jenkins something crazy. She had good lovin and good cooking to boot. Only thing was ,I may have stayed a little too long. Reed and the boys went to the West Coast without me.

I owed Chess about two month's rent. He and I are kind of cool and he hasn't said anything, but you can only owe a man money for so long before he have to say something. So I put together a little group of my own. I got a local guitarist...Catfish Hawkins and his friend, Charlie Bassoline, a
Bass player and a drummer, Rib Tip Johnson and formed my own little quintet. A Funk quintet.
We played music from the 70's and the 80's and built up a small following. We got enough buzz that Gus allowed us to play at his bar, Josie's a few dates.

We brought in the crowds and he asked us back again... I made some good money..Enough to square things with Chess as far as my rent and enough to take Mabel out for a nice meal after one of my Friday night sets.
I wound up spending the night over her house and making love into the wee hours of the night.
Afterwords, neither one of us was really sleepy,so we just lie in her bed with the windows open and the night air blowing across our sweaty bodies.

"88...why don't you move in with me?" asked Mabel.

" Because, I like havin my own place...you know that Mabel..we discussed this before." I said.

I couldn't believe that I was turning down a chance to live with the sexiest and most desirable woman ever to set foot in Josie's.

"This would be your place too." she said.

"I know Mabel...but what if we got in an argument and you told me to get out...then what would I do? I'd be on the street." I said.

"I promise I won't do that." she laughed.... I rolled over on top of her and kissed her.....

"Thas what all you women say..then yall get mad and throws a brother out in the street. It would be my luck that it would be on the coldest day of the year to boot." I laughed.

Mabel began to stroke my penis, until it got hard and she began to blow into my ear softly ,while I lie on top of her... She always did this when she wanted me to cave into one of her wants..it usually worked..but now I was thinking..No seriously..my mind was wandering...pondering her latest proposal.

"I wouldn't throw you out into the cold baby...it get's cold in here too...I would be needing some warmth in the winter, just like you would.." she said.

Surprisingly enough I thought about it....I could help her with her bills and groceries and it might even wind up being cheaper than paying rent in Chess's apartments.

She continued to stroke me lightly ,while I thought on her proposal....finnally I just stopped thinking and entered her warm wetness and began to move in a purposeful motion that brought
pleasure to both of us....It was the fourth time tonight, or this early morning...but I wasn't complaining and neither was Mabel...

We moved slowly and deliberately and in that rhythmic pattern that married couples or couples who had been together for a long time found themselves in....More and more I thought about getting married too, rather than just shacking...Taking Mabel off of the market...I thought about my friend Clerow and how he would feel about Mabel and me gettin married.. She had been his woman at one time...and ,she was the reason he was in Philadelphia...to win her back..But..and there always was a but..He had gotten her younger sister pregnant and had married her and was
doing just fine for himself....and Cora beth ,like Mabel was nothing to sneeze at..She turned nearly as many heads as Mabel....As far as I was concerned..Clerow was just fine.

"Ohhhhh....88....." she moaned... I said nothing...I was a silent lover........I felt her climaxing over and over and that made me explode myself...My body shook violently as I did and Mabel held me tight until at last ,I finnally stopped moving.

"Gurl....I'm a musician...I don't make steady money like you do..but when I make money,I make good money...If you don't mind that...We can try this." I said, just before I rolled over and went to sleep.

I awoke to the smell of Buttermilk Pancakes and Sausages cooking...I walked down the stairs in my bathrobe and there was Mabel cooking breakfast for us. I went in the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured myself a tall glass. Mabel opened a bottle of champaigne and added some to both of our glasses...

She had an IPOD dock on her table and we were serenaded with the sounds of Miles Davis and Charles Mingus...She knew what I liked...I sat there with her and thought, and smiled softly to myself. I allowed myself to imagine waking up to this everyday..

That afternoon, I walked into the Diner down the street from my apartment and saw two familiar figures sitting at their usual table, drinking coffee. Chess and his friend, Chris Thompson.

"Ohhh,look at what the cat dragged in...the Piano man." laughed Chris.

"What's up bothers?" I said as I walked in. I handed Chess an envelope. He opened it up and found crisp twenty dollar bills...

"What's this? You already paid me the rent for the last two months 88?" said Chess.

"That's for this month and to reserve me a spot in case I need to come back" I said.

"You movin out holmes?" asked Chris.

"Yeah...I'm gonna move in with Mabel" I said.

"Mabel huh"" said Chess with a big grin...

"Mabel?...I can't say I blame you bruh...you tryin to lock that up huh? You makin the smart move" said Chris.

"I'll have my stuff out in about two weeks" I said.

"Aww man, take your time...in fact..I got a movin van you can use...free of charge if you need it, you know how we do? You know we go back a ways." said Chess as he shook my hand.

"I'm thinkin bout maybe gettin married man...but I aint tole nobody yet." I said.

"You aint told her yet either ,have you?" laughed Chris.

"Nah...all things in time, you know?" I said.

"Well ,good luck 88 and I hope that you don't have to come back here...but I'll hold a room for you just in case." said Chess.

That night I rang Mabel's doorbell.....She answered the door and was actually surprised to see me-

"88, what are you doing here?" she said.

"I thought about your offer..I've decided to take you up on it." I said.

She smiled the biggest smile...not unlike a child on Christmas morning....

"You won't be sorry,I promise you 88." she said.

I didn't think I would be either.





(For O.G. and Dreamy)

Today

Art: Title Unknown By Gerald Ivey

Today you told me
that you've already got a man
You said you were flattered,
but that you hoped that I would understand...
For the time, I could've approached you..
I'm now so frustrated that somebody else
noticed you too.!/

but another day
another time
maybe there is still a chance..
a chance that you could be mine..
don't blame me for dreaming baby..
because dreaming is
the only thing that keeps me from goin crazy../

Today
you told me
that I should have said something to you before
you said you used to wonder if I was ever going
to say something more.
I can't come in between you and your man..
but it never looks like he is around..
If you and he start drifting apart...
you know where to find me...
I'll still be down../

because another day
another time
he'll break your heart,then maybe you still
could be mine..
don't think bad of me for dreaming baby..
because dreaming is the only thing
that keeps me from going crazy../

Today..
I'm just lying across my bed..
with one leg crossing the other...
Today
You're the only thought in my head...
just can't imagine you being with another..
Today...
I'm still dreaming baby...
it's keeping my sanity...
keeping me from going crazy...
Today-/