I woke up next to Asad "Hey, lover." I whispered, gently nibbling on his earlobe "Hi, Nesha. That tickles." He giggled as I stopped as I got up and cooked some breakfast "No work today?" Asad asked as I chuckled "I wish. After work I'm gonna visit a friend of mine." I put his plate on the table while I did the same. When I was done , I drove to the jail where Michael was and signed a paper to go in and talk to him. I walked in and there were inmates talking to there parents and loved ones. They were crying to them, begging, and pulling their hair out because of the point in there lives now "Hey Nesha." He hugged me as I did the same "Hi Michael. Lovely to see you." I looked into his eyes and the flame in my heart started to burst into a full fire "So how are you?" Michael said as I smiled "Great now that I got a job as a journalist for New York Times newspaper." "Wow that's nice. I'm sorry about what I said on the phone." Michael admitted as I held his hand "That's okay Michael, I moved on." I said as he smiled "Who's the lucky fish?" He laughed as I blushed "His name is Asad. A real sweetheart. We had sex." I said as he looked at me with the eyes saying:Are you serious "I just wanted to let you know so you won't get any ideas." I said "What kind of ideas?" Michael asked in a deep voice, looking at me with nasty thoughts as we laughed "Wow Michael. Still dirty in a funny way." "Yeah I know. But I have to be a good boy for the officers so I can get out of here early." Michael joked as I chuckled "So, when are you coming back?" "On your birthday. But in 1996." We were having a great conversation with each other and caught up on a lot of things. Even though Michael was in jail , he was the same loving, kind, and open hearted boy I used to know. It was like he never changed and no one could ever change him "I miss you a lot, Nesha." Michael looked into my eyes and my knees trembled. Oh God , how could he torture me like this? I still had something for him...Those butterflies fluttered again! I was open for him. Jesus why? "Oh." That was all I could spit out "Oh?" Michael worried as I quickly apologized "Sorry. I miss you too hubby-I mean Michael." He started to do that sexy thing with his bottom lip and raised his eyebrow "Hubby? Is there still something in you with me?" I looked at the floor and shamefully answered yes. Michael got up and left "Don't be ashamed. I jack myself off for you." He whispered as I giggled "Michael why?" I laughed as he laughed with me. He left as I went on my way to work.
Michael still wanted me. I still wanted him. Oh my goodness! I just can't do it but I want to. I realized that I still yearn for his....oooh so sweet affection and the way he was so protective of me. The way he held me, spoke to me, treated me, and love me. Michael was the best thing yet. But Asad is who I want to be with. I love them both, but I just don't know. Asad throws me off. But, Michael seems to do more than that.
My mind is so bipolar at the moment of choosing the man I want. Bad boy or boy scout. Lord why? Just why? I can't leave Michael alone in my thoughts. I drove back home and called in sick at the job. I laid down feeling so confused "Hey babe. You called in sick?" Asad walked in as I answered his question. I looked up to see that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I groaned and fell back into the couch "Why do you have to be so sexy?" I asked as Asad laughed "I don't know. Maybe it's because I keep my body in check. Meaning that I can keep a six pack." He took a bite of his apple as I smiled then took a bite myself "I can keep one too." I joked. I took a nap and dreamt of Michael once again. But this dream was so hot and steamy. Whoa! I was making love to him and his moans filled me up with butterflies. They released into the climax Michael produced inside me. I woke up and sighed "Michael why? Why do you torture me like this?" I buried my face in my hands. Boy oh boy was I frustrated with my feelings.
My day was beginning to be the most frustrating days of my life. Asad sat right next to me then held me "I love you, Nesha." He whispered, his lips coming closer to mine. We kissed passionately. Now I'm seriously intoxicated by Asad and Michael. I feel like I needed to be gay enable to not feel this way "Asad, I love you too." This moment wasn't going to be the last. I was kissing him forever but I was still thinking about Michael. I was really trying to get him out of my mind but he crept into my mind everytime.
I don't know who I want.
Michael or Asad? That was the question that crawled around my brain like a bug.
Michael still wanted me. I still wanted him. Oh my goodness! I just can't do it but I want to. I realized that I still yearn for his....oooh so sweet affection and the way he was so protective of me. The way he held me, spoke to me, treated me, and love me. Michael was the best thing yet. But Asad is who I want to be with. I love them both, but I just don't know. Asad throws me off. But, Michael seems to do more than that.
My mind is so bipolar at the moment of choosing the man I want. Bad boy or boy scout. Lord why? Just why? I can't leave Michael alone in my thoughts. I drove back home and called in sick at the job. I laid down feeling so confused "Hey babe. You called in sick?" Asad walked in as I answered his question. I looked up to see that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I groaned and fell back into the couch "Why do you have to be so sexy?" I asked as Asad laughed "I don't know. Maybe it's because I keep my body in check. Meaning that I can keep a six pack." He took a bite of his apple as I smiled then took a bite myself "I can keep one too." I joked. I took a nap and dreamt of Michael once again. But this dream was so hot and steamy. Whoa! I was making love to him and his moans filled me up with butterflies. They released into the climax Michael produced inside me. I woke up and sighed "Michael why? Why do you torture me like this?" I buried my face in my hands. Boy oh boy was I frustrated with my feelings.
My day was beginning to be the most frustrating days of my life. Asad sat right next to me then held me "I love you, Nesha." He whispered, his lips coming closer to mine. We kissed passionately. Now I'm seriously intoxicated by Asad and Michael. I feel like I needed to be gay enable to not feel this way "Asad, I love you too." This moment wasn't going to be the last. I was kissing him forever but I was still thinking about Michael. I was really trying to get him out of my mind but he crept into my mind everytime.
I don't know who I want.
Michael or Asad? That was the question that crawled around my brain like a bug.
In the morning
When she says hello to the world
Got to be there, got to be there
Bring her good times
And show her that she's my girl
Oh what a feeling there'll be
The moment I know she loves me
'Cause when I look in her eyes I realize
I need her sharing her world beside me
So I've got to be there
Got to be there in the morning
And welcome her into my world
And show her that she is my girl
When she says, "Hello world!"
I need her sharing the world beside me
That's why I've got to be there
Got to be there where love begins
And that's everywhere she goes
I've got to be there so she knows
That when she's with me, she's home
Got to be there
Got to be there
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She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
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She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Ooo
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Girlfriend
I'm Gonna Tell Your Boyfriend (Yeah)
Tell Him (Woo Hoo)
Exactly What We're Doin' (Yeah)
Tell Him What You Do To Me
Late At Night When The Wind Is Free
[2nd Verse]
Girlfriend
I'm Gonna Show Your Boyfriend (Yeah)
Show Him (Woo Hoo)
The Letters I've Been Savin' (Yeah)
Show Him How You Feel Inside
An' How Love Could Not
Be Denied (Oh No)
[Chorus]
We're Gonna Have To Tell Him
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You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine
Do-Doot-Do, [Etc.]
We're Gonna Have To Tell Him
You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine
[3rd Verse]
Girlfriend You Better Tell
Your Boyfriend (Yeah)
Tell Him (Woo Hoo)
Exactly What We're Doin' (Yeah)
Tell Him What He Needs To Know
Or He May Never Let You Go
[Chorus]
We're Gonna Have To Tell Him
You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine
Do-Doot-Do, [Etc.]
[Chorus]
We're Gonna Have To Tell Him
You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine
Do-Doot-Do, [Etc.]
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