Cell Phone

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    Cell Phone

    Cell Phone
    He waited for me to get home, snatched my phone & said EXPLAIN! All up & thru my text mesages then spotted an unfamiliar name. (Smooth aka the Game) opened the text that briefly expressed the way this Man wanted me undressed. See kissing me wasn't enough, he said he longed to feel my touch. He could sense I was getting annoyed with it, Never enjoyed someone going thru my shit. then right before he could quit I spazed & threw a straight fit. "you looking for something?" I YELLED as I snatched my phone back. He said "what the hell are you yelling for having a heart attack" "If there's nothing to hide & it's not about your pride you shouldn't have a problem with it. My reply was strong making my case that everyone deserves personal shit & space, but if you looking for a particular text - fuck it read what's up next. *Baby come back I'm longing for you, yes I wish I was there too. hit me up later I might come thru, but girl if I was driving I would come get yo. The car still in the shop but I took off early to try & suprise my favorite girl alright, I miss you too love, you're a sweet part of my life. Ok love have a good nite ; ) Pissed off he opened the next one Smooth wrote * Remember that night I decided to choke you while we were... Baby I'm blessed your love is not in vain, so let your eyes be your camera & heart be the frameWhat we built was written in the stars & people who see us know you have my heart. He was tight that another man was using his shit, he called the phoone number & at the same time his phone ran too, Oh IS THAT RIGHT! i went to get it. No words spoken & we both said "are you messing around?" the phone went dead. He my phone back up to his face it was dead too. I replied No stupid Smooth is you!

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    FranzJ commented on Cell Phone

    09-04-2010

    nice twist at the end- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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