Elipse T Stone "Black Coffee"

"I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And inbetween I drink Black coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday route I'm talking to the shadows 1 o'clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dry Now a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffe and cigarrettes I'm moody all the morning Moruning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink back coffee Since my man's gone away"

Lightning strikes twice. Dare you try your luck? Come closer, poor wretch. Assumptions thrown out the window. How dare you think she's your run of the mill girl. Far from it, dear. Torn between the power of her family and the pressure of her heart. She was cold and calculating, cruel and condemned... sumptuous and sultry all in one. An enigma for the ages. Light and dark, heartless and heartbroken, hungry and lurking in the shadows... Just waiting for you to find her. Yours for the taking. Blind to the world. Lost cause to the many, a savior to many more, the wouldned woman with the voice of an angel and the mind of a demon. . . An imagination to rival your worst nightmares as well as your most delicious dreams. Elipse was a woman who had no solution to her own problems.... but so many options for others'. Maybe for yours, too. Elipse Stone Solitary. Begging to be touched. Needing to be held. Longing to be needed. Wanting to be taken and yet alone. Care to remedy the situation?