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Her Name was Hayley

Mindlessly minding my day
Finding comfort with a glass of Bailey’s
I think her name was Hayley, goodness

Long and beautiful hair,
very difficult not to stare
Had me thinking of sinful things
while I’m munching on chicken wings

Her smile was illuminating,
her style rejuvenating

Gave my friends that extra reason
to stick around for a while

We were planning a collision course,
gaining an endorsement

Eye contact initiated,
very little forcing, and well…

…I come closer to her,
our eyes were meeting
Dropping some bad jokes,
thinking “what a terrible greeting”

But she giggled, liked the attempt;
that caught me off guard
Grabbing my arm, took me away
and felt a sense of satisfaction

The two of us secluded and I felt the attraction
Her body was a temple you couldn’t help but admire;
she had a silky dark skintight dress causing a fire
Walking on those black leather boots – a dame I desired

Running from harder times,
escaping to the abyss
She told me it’s hard to find
an honest man who assists

Hoping that things would change
and searching for honest assistance
I promise her a better future
with a man who listens

With a feeling of inspiration,
end up leaving the club
Rewarded for my instigation,
Hayley’s squeezing a hug

Within minutes we make our way
across the popular pubs
Reaching my place also with haste,
kicked off the shoes on the rug

Speak the language of the mental,
hunger reaches my head
Stroking her hair, gasping for air
while laying on my bed

Her body screamed for attention;
did I forget to mention
My ability to keep her guessing
made her want to kiss me
And wish to mission it to Hawaii?

God I loved her body.

Exhausted, our love-making was tremendously physical
Suddenly, one-night stand broken, damage is critical
Liquor leaks on the mental window, pleasure is minimal

The next morning rises,
we’re falling apart
Hayley regrets while getting dressed,
not knowing where to start

She’s thanking me and quite thankfully
wants to see me again
But under different circumstances,
so I fall where I stand

It ain’t a story for the faint of heart but mine was fainting
Broken heart, I wrote the part hoping that she was waiting patiently
But she came and went, the world is evil again
Just like a bum left in the cold, unbearable to withstand

Think I’m grateful? Meaningless love, eerily painful.

Victim of the curse: caring too much.
Victim of the curse: caring too much.

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17 Comments

  1. Relic

    Liquor can blind our judgment and the wrong kind of woman can deceive it. It happens every night somewhere. This is an interesting poem I’m glad I read.

    • I’m so very glad that you’ve stopped by. Thank you for reading, fellow poet 🙂

  2. “one-nightstand” – The dreaded..

    Masterful piece of writing.
    This is the second great story I’ve read today.

    Never cease to amaze, my friend!
    Excellent.. ?

    • Hey friend – thanks so much for checking it out. I have this knack for always having a story within what I write, but this one-night stand (as captured here) was actually inspired by an 11-month relationship I had with someone some time ago. That sense that, despite the genuine affection we shared, we were at separate times in our lives, and so we didn’t last. But you live and learn. I appreciate you!

  3. While it’s raining here I’m reading this Good story from you. If it wasn’t my bedtime I’d go straight to sleep after this?. I’ve always personally thought you were great at story telling and you’ve produced another great read for me. Superb!?

    • Jarid I sincerely appreciate your words, bro! Thank you for always being there to push me to keep writing and to keep sharing!

  4. oh wow. this is magnificent. I love the story, it kept me on the edge of my seat. I love how you reference the female body as a temple. This truly inspired me. It feels good to see others feel the same way. Thank you for your creativity<3

    • I’m so glad that you felt a sense of inspiration here. I enjoy telling stories, and I’m always aiming to push myself. So it feels good to hear that it had such an effect on people. I’m hoping to do better over time. Thank you for pushing me, friend 🙂

  5. NB NB

    damn, how did I miss this? :O

    apart from the usual stuff I say about your poems, I can say this one’s not a poem – it’s a music video, & anyone who disagrees has pretty limited imagination… it was awesome, man!! 🙂

    I’m glad I don’t drink, though…. (:

    • Haha I’m glad that the visuals worked the way they did, my friend. Much appreciated!

  6. midnightrain

    Ah, sometimes just one night or day with someone can have such an impact on a person. Caring too much is a curse, I can relate to that unfortunately.

    • Yeah it’s that vulnerability of embracing a comforting unknown. Not just the night, but that connection dialed up to eleven thanks to the alcohol. Of course intentions can differ, but what does it say about a person to feel something they had hoped was genuine? Lots to consider there. Thanks for stopping by 🙂

  7. The bare, uninhibited look at a fleeting one night stand, and perhaps one or the other had hoped for a different ending.

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