HINDU LOVECRY

Thought I only knew as secrets

I saturated my own mischief..on weekends in secret..while that train sat..the ride..

I will share..U as my affair..I will hold ur dreams 2 release my nightmares..I

will lift u up from being scared..when my love grows deep.. send a message by text..

playing WHAT LOVE GOT TA DO with it.. just allow the ride ..it's comfort2 become our meeting..

where the train boards u..succulent sweet liquor..

wine..ROSE RED & warm embrace...so we move like the sounds of locomotion,

while lights..camera..action disappears in the dark... a cabin..where noone hears us flirt..moan..jerk..

where our bodies are closely heated...the steam is skeeting ..

among the engine so loud..we escape a crown .. indulge in love..

nobody hears..but suspects us..of silence

locked away from the world love meets him..

the one who saw eyes that sparkled so dapper..staring back...wanting a chance 2 feel how would we b on .

.a weekend growing in Seattle..ALL A BOARD number>1284..TRACK 3...

What met a friendship...becomes relationship...so we are so shy a first...he said..meet me every weekend..

no expenses paid..it's on me..I will show you love& all I have 2 give...she smiles, a mother of 2 kids..

a widow..early at 39.. so as the story continues... it's a year LATER...

she cries the blues..meets a friend in need of conversation..

from the lost of a love one..my husband..but he is the train ride met..I grieve outter love..my hurt grows fonder..

wanting his love..meeting in quiet places...

sharing good times...holding me ..kissing..but never give

him my personal space.. what separates him from my hearts of affection,

the love of my daughters..14 and 19.. so be the times render..the hours giving my heart 2 love..

as I walk the pages written another man I can't get enough of..the smiling face..

his beautiful red skin, eyes that makes me wanna keep him closer here..inNYC..QUEENS

how does one go drifting back and forth..having a good time...sharing me...on the weekends..

feeling so right..knowing by rightious rule of my faith..it's not right..

the man's married..

with children while I am the mistress in waiting..

where love waits for a new..

right here at home...God U reign Supreme counsel..my soul in place of sin..

where my muslim beliefs..challenges my spiritual wisdom 2 change..me..sancuary...I pray to Ali for strength and self respect..

for life leading me ..with courage & pride..in ur name...although I know ..

the earth counts my days..my soul wears no decay of dismissal in faith,

I extend my hand..as ur friend..where u decide..who is best..where nearest to my heart..leaves no closeness or scandal...

far away still remains inside..until then I become..ur answer2..faith..arrive unannounced..

Discipline..my choice still lives..yours..Peace sheila T Jordan...

Dedicated 2 a sistah of hope in love..OUR aide..

Farina FOR mother...A CRY 4 HELP..Create Hindu speaks through me..