Most nights I can’t sleep thinking about you, but then I think about how at times you treat me as cold as the other side of this silk pillow. I often drift when I drive listening to your voice on repeat in my head over and over, then it occurs to me that you haven’t utter any new words in several days so I go on into work. On my lunch break I log onto my myspace page anxious to see if you may have left a message for me asking to meet up that night, but all I see are post from friends and even people I don’t know speaking about how you’ve left them hanging as you do me. Yet and still I continue to pursue you with relentless agression, determined to showed that you’ve never had anyone like me. It doesn’t matter that my man Ray got a piece of you or that my brother Darion has been dipping in and out of that thang for 10yrs or so. I mean even my cousin Ciara has been riding you hard for quite sometime now and still I stand here like a man saying I still want you and you know you want me too. Maybe you don’t want to share with the family anymore.....is that it...? fuck it I don’t care.

 I talkd to my girl Robin  and she said "What I am looking for is looking for me also and that being the case I already have it" If this is true then why do you play games? Why do you keep sending these people that think they know you to speak to me? I see through these fake daters like the outift you wore to my last listening session.

 I’m going to put it out there for all to know. Success...you are mine! and when we finally get it bed together I promise to go even harder and longer than ever before giving you all the seeds in my head. Lord willing they will be potent enough to impregnate you so we can reproduce and spread  little Success’ all over the world. Until then you know where to find me.

  There I said it......now can we stop this madness?

Yours Truly

Antonio Starr