In Theory We Blow

I put her in the mood to make it do what it do

Exotica in the air

Erotica in the air

She danced as if she was one with the air

My eyes followed her

I smoked with her, only so that I could groove with her

And sing the blues with her

Smoke was the aura

Her moves silhouetted the candle’s glow

She flowed like silk

Thick like smoke

Slim like milk

I pulled her closer

She was a roaster

We blew blunt after blunt

I wrapped her in my arms and we had fun

Then we blew another blunt

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Bumble Bee

I want to capture your smile in a jar like a bumblebee

Forever your honey will be with me

I’ll exchange my riches for your love

I want to tuck your heart in my pocket like currency

I just want to cage you like a Dove

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Easy On Me

Take it easy on me

Your words could be so heavy on me

Such a price to pay for you to answer for me

Old me becomes new shit

Why you can’t see the difference of me

New picture of you old pictures of me

I’m lost in a swirl

Once upon a time you were my girl

A nigga got snatched and you became one with the world

So different of you

No loyalty in you

What’s the use of you

Do I love you?

I can’t even fuck with you

I’m so easy off you

What’s the purpose of me

To remain focused on me

There can never be a we

Or an us

In you I have no trust

I believe in me

So fuck you

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Silky Science

For love is a history

An untold mystery

A science… A chemistry

What will a mixture of our elements bring

My hypothesis…

Forever

The greatest love is above perception or conception

It’s electric and magnetic

My current and your pull

It’s physics

Your physical is mental. Perhaps interstellar

Because your celestial. Perhaps, your an angel

Your grace and my persuasion

Equals nuclear fusion

A silky science

Let’s experiment

And combine our DNA

So that we may evolute into the perfect group

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Slimmy Jimmy


My birth name is Jimmy Slimmy. My friends call me Slimmy Jimmy. Being as though I’m overweight, my said that the handle was an oxymoron. Whatever the fuck that meant.
My wife I hated the bitch—the irony was I loved her too. My life, my life, my life was complicated. However my love life is not the topic of this conversation.
To make a long story short, Today I killed a man! And it’s eating me alive keeping this shit a secret.
I would tell my wife, but the bitch is a broke coo coo clock. At the wrong time her tung pops itself out of her mouth, “coo coo coo coo!”
So smart the bitch is dumb. Is that an oxymoron also?
Anyway, back to the topic at hand: Today I killed a man! I’m wondering if I should go to the authorities? I’m no killer and I don’t wanna go to jail, so that may not be a good idea.
My wife said I’m soft as melting butter, and I’m a sucker for allowing my friends to run all over me. I proved that bitch wrong. Didn’t I?
So at approximately seven thirty this morning, my wife in her little ‘ninety six, green Camry, drove me to the Golden Nugget Casino, for my Tuesday bout with the blackjack table.
My wife said, “Jimmy you’re a compulsive gambler and you need to take your fat ass to gamblers anonymous.”
No gamblers anonymous could calm this pulse.
After I wagered the home and lost a few years back, my wife and I agreed that until I gained enough money to buy it back, only on Tuesdays would she drive me to Atlantic City.
Even though I paid for the home with my hard earned money, I compromised with the bitch.
And all the bitch did was tell me what to do with my money: “This bill is due Jimmy…” or “that bill was been due Jimmy…” and “Why didn’t you pay that Jimmy”
Lord knows the bitch could spend. And Lord knows how much I hated to spend. We were complete opposites. Of course her hungry ass reminded me often “You’re fat, and I’m skinny Jimmy… we don’t belong together!”
I wanted with all my heart to tell her to take her skinny ass to the end of the Steele pier, and skinny dip her bony ass into the ocean. But I never told her I have a bad habit of biting my tung.
I keep wondering away from the topic at hand: Today I killed a man!
Before my bout with the tables, I had to have a second peaceful breakfast without the nagging, fussing, irking, pestering, annoying voice of my wife, “Another bite Jimmy, and you’re sure to have a stroke…” or “All that butter… isn’t your arteries clogged enough…” and “Salt, salt, salt. When your pressure blows your heart to kingdom come I’m not dialing 911”
I was fed up with it. So, here at this breakfast buffet in the Golden Nugget I ate in peace.
If Maria (my wife’s name) caught me mopping up food in this manner the bitch would explode.
After all of the blueberry waffles, sausages, and omelettes that my three hundred and fifty pound frame could handle, I wobbled out of there full and ready to bet.
It was something about the atmosphere of a casino that made my blood rush to the tip of my fingers, then my fingers would began to tingle, then the hairs on the back of my neck would stand, the casinos scent perked the little fibers in my nose in turn these sensitive reactors sent a signal to my brain telling me to “Wager it all!”
I explained this exhilarating feeling to Maria but the dumb bitch couldn’t grasp the excitement. She would say: “Jimmy you’re just a self indulged fool… no discipline.”
The bitch knew how to kill my joy. Didn’t she?
Sometimes, well all of the time, I wondered why I’d married her? An even better question: Why not divorce her?
Maria said, “The only reason I won’t divorce your fat ass is because it’s too expensive…” and “…you need me Jimmy. If I was to divorce you your fat ass would implode… ‘ha ha ha!’”
The bitch was mistaken. I hated her.
I’m sorry. My marriage is so frustrating, it just oozes out of me whenever I have a listening ear.
What were we talking about? Oh! Today I killed a man.
Upon leaving the buffet, I stopped by the little pretzel shop to get me one of those glazed raisin pretzels. “Um!” How much I loved ‘em.
Why did I make this detour? I asked myself when I felt a slap on my back and a “Hey Slimmy Jimmy!”
I tried to conceal the pretzel by stuffing it in my mouth. For sure Leo (my friend), would tell Maria that he saw me punishing the pretzel.

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“Hey Leo!” I spoke with a full mouth.
Leo was as fat as me. Maria said, “He only makes fun of you Jimmy, to make himself feel better.”
I loved Maria for having the guts to put Leo in his place. When he lost his place, she was sure t remind him: “Leo… you fat shapeless piece of lard…” or “Get the fuck outta my house… and find your prick while you’re at it…” and “If you speak to my husband in that manner again, I will blow your fat ass away!”
I know Maria meant every word she shouted. One time Leo upset her so much, she went upstairs and returned with my sawed -off double barrel pump, “I’ll turn this shit into pink slime!” Maria said sticking the pump into Leo’s gut.
Leo got the point. Now in the presence of Maria, Leo was on his best behavior.
But, when he wasn’t; “What the fuck are you eating fat ass?” Leo said slapping me in the back of my head.
I coughed up the pretzel. “Come on Leo stop it…” I cried “You know if Maria found out about this she’ll blow your fat ass away!”
Leo looked around nervously expecting Maria to rear her head. “Yea right—Slimmy Jimmy… I would love to stick my prick in your sexy ass wife.” He said humping the air.
For, I hated when Leo talked about Maria, it made my blood boil. I wanted so bad to call him a nigger. Only because I knew it would hurt him. But I didn’t. I guess this was the good part of biting my tung.
I’m no racist and I love Leo like a brother. But the chicken eating motha fucka knows how to get under my skin!
Again, I apologize for straying away from the matter at hand. Today I killed a man!
Never too far away, Billy, Leo’s black, sexy, juicy, sweetheart of a wife appeared. “Hey Jimmy.” She waved. “Let’s go Leo.” Billy said pulling Leo by the ear.”
My wife didn’t allow me to smoke cigarettes. The controlling bitch! “Those fucking cigarettes Jimmy!” She would fuss whenever I got the urge to light up.
The cocktail waitress Samantha knew my order off hand. As soon as my toe stepped on the casino floor, Samantha would have my Marlboroughs and vodka awaiting. The reason being I tipped her handsomely.
I once offered Samantha a hundred dollar bill for me to boink her. She turned me down. “Oh no Poppy me no do fat.”
From any other waitress it would have been an insult. But her… “Um!” Butter pecan Puerto Rican. I often stroked myself to visions of her naked.
Anyway, I took my seat at the blackjack table. The one all the way in the back by the restrooms. It was quiet and private in this area.
I chain smoked away. Making bet after bet, splitting aces, doubling down. Five hours later I was eight grand richer.
I would never tell Maria the actual amount of my winnings. I would tuck half in my private stash. The one that I never told Maria about.
If the ravenous bitch ever found out she would eat it… Deplete it! So No—I’ll never tell her that I have money stashed away. Maybe, even enough to buy a new home. And the bitch believed I needed her “Ha!”
So let me tell you: Today I killed a man!
Upon leaving the Golden Nugget, I jumped a number two jitney and traveled to the south side of Atlantic City. The Cesar’s Hotel, Casino, and Spa. No, not to gamble.
I had man cravings that needed to be handled. Those of the carnal type.
Maria cut me off from her wound years ago. Saying, “When you’re able to find it I’ll let you put it in.”
I could find it. Shit—I found it quite often. Every Tuesday I was boinking. If the bitch knew better she would do better.
I told you that my life is so complicated.
My bad for not sticking to the script. It’s really relieving for me to be able to tell someone all of this.
Alright, Today I killed a man!
I stepped off of the jitney and bumped (literally) into the back of José. “Yuck!” he was sweating profusely.
José turned around, “heeey, Slimmy Jimmy!” He said embracing me with a hug.
I cringed.
José backed up to get a closer look, “Dam Slimmy Jimmy, you know how to put it on.” Here we go with the fat shit.
“Slimmy I can’t believe your fat ass fit on that jitney…” then, “Another meal Slimmy Jimmy and your sure to burst.”
I bit down on my tung I wanted to call this Mexican motha fucka a jumping bean. He constantly jumped around Atlantic City doing all sorts of odd jobs.
José was a conniving, blackmailing, backstabbing motha fucka! But, he was my friend, I sure do know how to pick ‘em. Don’t I?
I hated myself for bumping into Jose’s wet back. (no pun intended). He was sure to conjure some extortionist scheme, and expect me to play a role.
Not today! I had man cravings that needed to be quenched.
When it came to José, Maria said, “That motha Fucka’s no good Jimmy! He’s a Mexican standoff waiting to happen.”
It was blazing hot, José was sweating bullets and my nuts were dripping sweat down my legs uncomfortably so. I looked around and spotted a slushy stand, and yelled “Ice!”
For some odd reason, José looked around frantically, gave me a worried expression and said, “I gotta go.” José ran off.
Hey, I was glad and on my way to Gloria.
Gloria was a prostitute whose services I procured every Tuesday. I met her on Tender, now I was her regular.
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria. She came how I liked ‘em: as Jersey as the shore, as tan as the bed, as freaky as the whore, and as fake as the silicon.
Me and Gloria’s arrangement was I cash app her the money to pay for the suite and she meets me there naked. Ready to boink.
Our time was precious, for if I was one second late to the rendezvous point with Maria, the bitch would go berserk: “Your fat ass is eating up my time Jimmy…” or “Could you waddle any slower…” and “You fat prickless motha fucka—if I had pennies for the time that it took for you to find and reach your shit I’ll be rich.”
Well it was found, and it reached inside of Gloria.
Gloria lay there limp, as if she couldn’t feel my stroke. Who cares! I paid for my satisfication! (is that a word) Maria said “That’s no fucking word Jimmy… stop using it!”
Anyway, Gloria was a twenty- four- hour convenient store, her door mat was beat loose.
Five minutes later I was afresh, reinvigorated, ready to take on another week of bull shit from the bitch known as my wife.
I squeezed into my trousers, sucked in my gut, and buttoned up my shirt.
In an instant, I was back on the number two jitney headed back to the Golden Nugget.
I pressed myself in the tight isle seat. The passenger in the window seat sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, as if I didn’t pay the same fare as her. I couldn’t help but to ask her, “am I squishing you?”
“Yes!” A curt response.
“Well good.” I’m never retaliative, but this bitch was deserving of my raft. I let out a silent death bomb.
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it… “You fat, nasty stinkin’, motha fuckin’, ass-hole!” She screamed attempting to slide by me. I made myself fatter. She became wedged in between the seat and my gut. The fart was heavy and dense, it smelled of rotten eggs and a dead aisley cat. And I made her inhale every bit.
“Let me past you disgusting piece of shit!”
All seven passengers on the jitney were covering their noses laughing.
I let go another, this one was loud and redolent of death.
“Aggh!” The bitch screamed, wailing her hands at my face.
Maybe I deserved the cat scratches she left on my face. Oh well. It was worth it. Maria would have a fit.
I jumped off of the jitney in time to see my wife’s Camry pulling in front of the casino’s entrance. I hurried into the side door, for if she saw me get off of the jitney the bitch would go bananas. I stopped to catch my breath. Up the stairs, I stopped again. This weight was slowing me down. I was sweating like Butter Bean in the ninth round. I wobbled through the casino floor then down more steps. I needed to stop and catch my breath, but Maria was watching me through the glass doors, and the impatient bitch was beeping the horn.
The bitch was blowing my shit!
I squeezed into the little ass Camry. I constantly tell Maria that we need a bigger car. She always giggles and says, “I need a smaller husband.”
One day I’m going to up and leave the bitch. I swear I am.
“So, how much money did you win Jimmy” Maria asked, sticking out her palm. The greedy bitch.
I passed her three thousand nine hundred dollars. “I swear you’re holding out on me Jimmy” Maria said, Wheeling the Camry onto Brigantine boulevard. “And what the fuck happened to your face?”
Before I could answer Maria was pitching a fit “I can’t leave your fat ass alone for one second.”
After fifteen years of being married to Maria, I learned how to tune her out while still hearing every insult that she hurled. It was a gift.
“So what the fuck happened Jimmy?”
I feigned stupidness, “Uh… I don’t know” I mumbled shrugging my shoulders.
“You pinhead, prickless motha fucka!”
I paid the bitch no mind.
Since loosing the home, Maria and I stayed with Maria’s sister Ester and Ester’s husband Steve. Ester and Steve. These two love birds love was inspiring. They never quarrelled. I often listened in on them while they had sex, it seemed amazing!
Ester and Steve were rarely home. They were strapped with cash, and they traveled the world consistently. Today, like most days they were away.
Now that I’m in the comforts of my home, let me tell you how Today I killed a man!
I walked in the house ahead of Maria. She was still fussing something about “Fat…” and “prickless…” and “Motha fucka!”
I took a long shower to rinse Gloria’s juices off of me. Didn’t want Maria to catch a whiff of that pussy. She would go bat shit!
While in the shower, I heard Maria scream something about “going to Vanessa’s.”
Vanessa was Maria’s fat ass troll for a cousin. I hated that bitch with a passion.
It was good that Maria wouldn’t be home when I got out of the shower. I needed some me time. Some time to flick through the channels without her input. “stop I like that show Jimmy…” or “let’s watch house wives Jimmy…” and “No we’re not watching football Jimmy.”
Damn, the bitch imposed her will in all aspects of my life.
Upon drying off my ample body, I heard a ruffling coming from down stairs. It sounded as if someone was rummaging through the house. My instincts told me to forgo clothes and grab the shotgun. I did exactly that.
I eased down the steps as silently as my three hundred and fifty pounds would allow. On the third step from the landing, I saw a man scouring through our kitchen cabinets.
I was scared shitless! My fear took over my capacity to will my fat ass down the remaining stairs. I was cowering. “You have to do this Jimmy” I told myself.
The son-of-a-bitch was bent over throwing Steve’s baseball memorabilia into a duffel bag.
I took another step. The stair creaked stirring me and the would be thief. He stood straight up, “hey Jimmy!”
My quivering finger tapped the trigger, the shotgun blew, and I killed a man. The wrong man perhaps.
But, Today I killed a man!
The shotgun slug blew out Steve’s chest. “What the fuck did I do?” I screamed.
I was panicking. What was I to do? Call the cops? No! I would be sent to jail and raped. But it was an accident… Still the sawed off was illegal. So I would be sent to jail and raped.
If Maria found out… “Oh my God!” If Maria found out the bitch would go haywire. And she would be home in seconds. I looked around nervously. Where was Ester? She would freakout if she walked in and found her husband with his chest missing.
Tears were running down my face, I needed Maria to help me think.
But no! I had to think for myself today. Because Today I killed a man! And Maria would be no help. I could hear her now, “Oh my God Jimmy you killed Steve…” or “Jimmy you fuckin’ murdered Steve…” and “You fat son-of-a-gun you blew Steve’s chest out!” And the bitch was on her way home I could feel her coming.
I pulled myself together. Then pulled Steve into the garage, hoisted his dead weight over my shoulder, and dropped him in the inoperable deep freezer. “Whew!” That should keep him cool. I just needed a second to think.
I cleaned up Steve’s blood and guts with a mixture of bleach and pinesol. I threw up several times in the process. I cleaned that up also. I took a quick shower washed Steve’s blood off of me, dried off, and got dress. All the while, I was sobbing in loving memory of Steve.
Seconds later… “What the Fuck Jimmy!” Maria screamed, as she walked into the house. I froze. Did the mind reading bitch know that I killed Steve?
“Why does it smell like a chemical bomb exploded in the fucking house Jimmy?”
“Whew!” Again I was relieved.
I heard Maria cracking windows. “I spilled some bleach.” I informed her, eyeing her curiously, wondering if she had a clue that Today I killed a man!? I was freaking the fuck out noticeably.
“What’s the matter with you Jimmy you seem hungry?” Maria said, brushing past me.
I jumped out of my skin when there was a rapid, loud knock at the door. I stood there staring at the door confused. There was another harder knock.
“What the fuck are you deaf… get the fuckin’ door Jimmy!” Maria screamed from the kitchen.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Oh My God! It was the police. I shit myself laterally.
“Can I I I hel… help you of…ficer?” I stuttered.
“Yes, we received a call of shots being fired from this home.”
They knew! Oh my God—I was going to jail to be someone’s bitch. “N no shots fired here sir.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. Seeming satisfied with my answer.
“Yes sir” I regained my composure, though shit was running down my leg.
I was closing the door when “Jimmy what the Fuck there’s a dead body in the freezer”
“Coo Coo, Coo Coo!”

Swirl

Like a Rock star sporting the most tented frames, the emblem on the side was a ‘’KB’’. Button up silk shirt, I left three buttons loose. Top of the pecks on display… my bitches love it this way.

Seldom, but no hat. Hair on rough. Hey, I love it this way. My shirt was tucked into my jeans. My belt buckle was heavy, cowboy like, it was the Findi type. My diamonds were on array, dancing off of the lights. My index finger was glowing similar to ET’s.

‘’I wanna go home with you sexy.’’ I had no clue of her name, or from where she came, but her beauty was immense, the flicker in her eyes was intense, her two step and her twirl had me spent, in the club, on the middle of the dancefloor we were lit.

I was wondering from who she was sent? An angel from above? A Queen from the Nile? Or a bitch from behind enemy lines?

‘’What’s your name?’’ I asked as she swayed her hips in front of my dick.

‘’Swirl.’’

‘’Swirl?’’

‘’Yes Swirl… I’m the girl who tells you to close your eyes…’’

I did

‘’Take your hands in mine, spin, twist, then twirl.’’

I opened my eyes and, ‘’Huuh!’’ We were in a different part of the world. Instead of the club we were under the sun in?.. ‘’Where are we?’’ I asked.

‘’Fiji.’’

No way—we couldn’t be. I looked around and the scenery was butterflies in the springtime. I was impressed. ‘’My, my, my, is this real or fake?’’ I asked the girl named Swirl.

She spun around, her sundress blew in the breeze. ‘’If I may say so myself, there’s no one better than me.’’

Her teeth were a dazzling bright, her eyes were a light hazel swirl. Off hand I couldn’t tell her ethnicity. Black, white, Maybe?

‘’I’m black’’ She said as if she read my mind.

She was beautiful, her body was curved up, she was of model height, and her melody was out of sight. Her dreadlocks were falling all over her.

What was the purpose of her? Lover, angel, devil, succubus, vampire? She was mythical. My feelings were inexplicable: run, hide, stay? This shit was weird. But I was intrigued by her. ‘’Why did you bring me here?’’ I asked staring into her swirls.

‘’Your energy craved Fiji.’’

Yeah, I was the Fiji type. My métier was traveling to distance sands and sexing on beautiful women in foreign lands.

‘’Your eyes tell me that you wanna taste my swirl.’’ She said.

Her ebony was vanilla. I mean… like… vanilla bean. I kissed her dimples, trailed my tong around her nipples. Her Brest’s swirls were hypnotizing. The scent that emanated from her lower lips was reminiscent of honey and vanilla. Her ice cream was ablaze—and she dripped on my tong.

‘’Umm!’’ I moaned. Her juices were intoxicating. I was inebriated… drunk off of her. I hit her chord with my tong and she sung a melody so pleasantly ‘’Ooo lA lA lA’’ like Teena Marie. I was rock hard like a rock star, tasting a beauty that I’ve only known for a twirl.

I whispered her name, ‘’Swirl’’ and she exploded! Not your proverbial scintillation, her sparks were fire works. ‘’I made fire shoot out of that pussy.’’ I said. Fixing to insert myself in between Swirl’s legs. As my dick began to part her lips, Swirl pressed her hand against my belly.

‘’I don’t think I’m ready… to do this.’’ She said.

‘’Huh?’’ I was confused, was she trying to play me for a fool after I sucked her?

‘’I’m not ready to do this because…’’ She continued. Her mellifluous sound was spinning me around. ‘’See I’m a virgin and I never experienced a dick before.’’ She smiled, ‘’However, I’ll suck yours.’’

I smiled back. It seemed as if she was ready to live a rock star’s kind of life. And I was rock hard like a rock star, and she sucked it all.

We fell a sleep in a field under the sun in Fiji but woke up under the moon in Juneau. It was cold. Snow and ice. I wandered why Alaska? And again it seemed as if she could read my mind because on time she said, ‘’When we slept under the Fiji sun, you became so hot – I mean red hot…’’ Her eyes blazed a fire swirl, ‘’you were so hot that you burned me.’’

I believed her.

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‘’So I decided to cool you off here in Alaska.’’ She twirled, ‘’isn’t it beautiful?’’

It was so beautiful. I never saw a night as dark, a moon as bright, or snow so white.

Swirl was in a fur that was big and all white, wolf like. Her fur fit her as if it belonged to her. My fur was on me tight, it was all black, and wolf like. It hugged me. In fact I couldn’t tell the fur apart from my skin.

We moved through the snow on all fours, smooth -criminal, and stalkish like. It was frigid, but I was cool. This shit was wicked! My image reflected off of Swirl’s wolf white. I loved the all black fured up look. My wolf demeanor was, ‘’Grrr!’’ Swirl’s wolf beauty was amazing! We were on some shit, mission like. I wondered aloud ‘’What’s this about?’’

‘’There’s an Eskimo here who owes me big, and he has an army. So, together were going to huff and puff and burn their igloos down!’’ Her fangs glistened. ‘’Are you with me?’’

‘’Grrr!’’ was my yes. For Swirl, I would burn the world. It was odd because I’ve only known her for a twirl, but it seemed like I’ve known her for years. Me and love never mixed it wasn’t Rock star like… But Swirl?.. I would make her my wife.

Of course she read my mind, ‘’Complete this mission then we’ll discuss marriage.’’

‘’Grrr!’’ was my excitement.

Upon our arrival, an army of Eskimos harpooned up. Their leader came forward, ‘’Now Swirl, we’ve discussed your coming here…’’ The Eskimo spoke. ‘’And I told you…’’ There was a long pause, as he stared at Swirl, ‘’If you ever showed up on my ice again I would twirl your ass around!’’ He banged his harpoon on the ice!

‘’Grrr!’’ I growled. Who was he to think that he could speak to my Swirl in that manner. My fangs were on display, I was ready to eat an Eskimo.

‘’See my little Inuit, my lover here is full of fire.’’ Was she talking about me? ‘’And when I give him the signal he’s gonna huff and then puff and melt your igloos down!’’

Was I capable of melting these Eskimos’ igloos down? I felt like fire and the energy coming off of the Eskimos gave me the impression that they wanted to be heated up!

‘’So I’m going to ask, do you have what you owe me?’’ Swirl asked. Her eyes holding fire and swirls.

The little Eskimo turned and spoke to his army of about fifty, in his Eskimoian language. The army aimed their harpoons at us. He returned his attention to us. His eyes shifted in to an ice cold blue, and frozen horns rose out of his skull. ‘’I don’t owe you shit!’’ He mooed.

And with that said, I huffed then I puffed a fireball out if my mouth. The fireball shot through the air with the force of a fireball, narrowly missing the head of the Eskimo, and blew up an igloo. Fire and ice filled the air. A cold cloud of peril.

Harpoons began firing off. A spear grazed my fur, ‘’Grrr!’’ Swirl stood there beautifully blending with the snow. With the powers she vested in me, I was melting shit. Their ice was under my siege.

But, the head Eskimo where was he? I glanced over the burning village. I spotted him dashing behind an igloo, my fire blew it up. ‘’Grrr’’ I growled, stalking the Eskimo into a corner.

I was hot, I mean so hot that my fur was aflame. ‘’Grrr!’’ I growled from the heat.

The little Inuit backed himself further into the corner, swept snow from under his foot, and bent his head bull like. His horns were shaped in the form of icicles, and he blew snow out of his snout. ‘’ Before I kill you…’’ he started. ‘’let me tell you about Swirl.’’

‘’Grrr!’’ My blood was boiling. Who was he to tell me about Swirl? I knew Swirl. For we were arranged to be married after I melted the Eskimo. And what I didn’t know, I would learn once we blew this spot for a different part of the world.

The Eskimo in his bull form was ready to charge. Looking me in my eyes he confessed, ‘’I used to love Swirl, I loved her in Spain, I loved her in Rome, I killed for Swirl on each continent of the world seven times over… It was love and murder…’’ A tear dropped from the Eskimo’s eye, ‘’until in Egypt, she switched up and snaked me.’’

‘’Burn him!’’ Swirl commanded.

I huffed a cloud of smoke, I inhaled then I puffed a speeding fireball in his direction, he dodged it, and rushed at me with the force of a bull. I spit two more fire balls, the Eskimo–bull slipped one and crashed through the other. Icicles shot out of his snout flying past me, as I sped towards him.

The wolf me and the Eskimo bull leapt, clashed, and locked in the air. His horns ripped at my fur, ‘’Grrr!’’ My fangs sliced at his hide, ‘’Moo!’’ We fell, tumbled, and rumbled in the snow. It was live! A shootout on ice.

From his snout the Eskimo blew more ice. I melted it.

Swirl in her white wolf fur watched from afar, her eyes aswirl summoning me to melt the Eskimo’s world.

I was hot, I mean so hot that I fizzled, my fur stood up, I sizzled, smoke seeped through my pores, ‘’Grrr!’’ then with all of my might I puffed a fireball so fierce and fiery that it smacked the Eskimo and melted him. ‘’Grrr!’’ A murder on ice.

‘’That was rock star like.’’ Said Swirl in my ear, as I examined my art of destruction: Fire, melting snow and shards of ice. Was this true, was I capable of this?

‘’It was all you… isn’t it beautiful?’’ Swirl was always in my head, she stayed on my mind and I on hers because she always knew when I was ready to spin the world.

‘’Look me in my eyes, and why my eyes swirl, let me know where it is that you would want to go in this world.’’ Her spell.

We spun, we twirled and an instant we were in my home. 4 AM in AC., penthouse suite. I was somehow back to being me, brown skin, and in between my own sheets, and Swirl was in my kitchen cooking for me.

Was this the life of a rock star: sun soak, wolf fur up, melt shit, then twirl around the world, come home and be fed by a girl name Swirl?

‘’Yes!’’ Swirl answered my thoughts, ‘’it’s definitely rock star like, and appropriate for you to live this kind of life.’’ She sat a tray full of food on my lap, peaches, grapes and pancakes with a cinnamon swirl.

Swirl cuddled against me and began feeding me grapes. ‘’Fire and ice should be our moniker.’’

‘’Word!’’ I agreed. It sounded Rock star like; fire and desire. I melted shit and she swirled shit. I was Blaq and she was my ice cream French vanilla Swirl.

Swirl whispered in my ear, ‘’Let me tell you a secret untold.’’

‘’And what’s that?’’ I asked.

‘’If I tell you, you’re stuck with me.’’ Her eyes swirled, lasciviously, mischievously, she grinned seriously.

I laughed believingly. ‘’I have a secret also.’’

‘’Impart your secrets upon me.’’

‘’If I tell you you’re mine forever.’’ I laughed rock star like. My secrets were the rock star type, fucking bitches and killing niggas for the bag. I looked Swirl in her eyes, ‘’I never loved before, and that’s my secret. Will you keep it?’’

‘’I’ll keep it close to my heart.’’ She said resting her head on my chest.

Its been a spin, a murder on ice and a whirl and I still hadn’t felt her swirl. She only sucked my dick and let me fuck her tits. Why wasn’t she ready to feel this dick?

‘’That’s my secret.’’ Swirl said reading my thoughts. Her frown was deep.

‘’Impart your secrets upon me.’’ I said ready to bare Swirl’s world.

‘’Look me in my eyes and tell me that you’ll never betray my trust.’’

I looked her in her swirls and I could see her soul. And I’m pretty sure that she could feel my loyalty because she whispered in my ear and commenced to telling me her story untold. A story so long and cold that my blood began to boil, steam was seeping through my pores and my eyes were afire.

‘’Cool off my love,’’ Swirl said touching my head. ‘’You’ll make him pay for what he’s done… won’t you?’’

I couldn’t wait to make him pay for the scar that he placed on Swirl. She kissed my head. Her cool kisses soothed me, her warm caress cooled me. I was falling in love with Swirl, was this the end of me?
Swirl put me in the mood to kiss her vanilla swirl. She kissed me passionately. Staring in her eyes I’ve never been more alive.

Swirl grabbed my dick, put it in her mouth, and twirled her tong around the tip over and over. She had me spun. ‘’What would you do for this pussy?’’ She asked.

‘’Anything!’’ I moaned, and shot off in her mouth.

‘’Well let’s see.’’

I blinked my eyes and in a twinkle we were somewhere where there was snow…just a sprinkle. This place appeared desolate, vacant and cold like nobody was home. I was in my wolf fur, Swirl was in her fur, we were wolfed up.

I was itching to huff and puff and burn this place down. But there was not a soul in sight, only abandoned homes, snow and ice. ‘’He’s hid in one of those abandoned homes.’’ Said Swirl.

‘’Where are we?’’ I asked.

‘’Mother Russia.’’

Now where was the motha fucka who caused my Swirl so much pain? I wondered as we prowled through the ruins. My wolf senses were on go – I was ready to eat! ‘’Grrr!’’

‘’Be careful he’s liable to be cloaked with the snow… he’s the polar bear type.” Swirl Warned.

Suddenly, there was a slight rumble, a Russian’s chuckle, then he appeared as if from nowhere. ‘’My Swirl,’’ Said the Russian. His accent was heavy. He was swathed in a polar bear’s fur. He was big. I mean huge! He was eight foot tall. The polar bear’s skull set atop the Russian’s head, making him appear larger than he actually was. The polar bear’s fur gripped him so tight that the Russian’s muscles were protruding.

Protectively I growled, ‘’Grrr!’’

‘’I see you got your self a black wolf…’’ Said the Russian.

Swirl laughed, ‘’yes I do, he’s full of fire,’’ She patted my head. ‘’and he’s hear to avenge me.’’

The Russian frowned. ‘’Avenge?’’ He asked seeming confused ‘’What did I do to you? I’m the one who should be seeking revenge, you left me for a stinking…’’

‘’Burn him!’’ Swirl commanded, interrupting the Russian mid sentence.

I wanted to hear his tale, but Swirl gave an order.

‘’Grrr!’’ My fur stood up, my fangs were on display, my eyes held fire, I was hot I mean so hot that smoke was piping out of my mouth. I huffed a cloud of smoke, then I puffed and blew an errant fireball out of my mouth. The fireball blew up a vacant building. Boom! A cloud of bricks and glass.

The Russian, polar beared up, metamorphosis. Becoming one with the fur. Instead of standing on all fours he stood on his hind legs, making him even taller than before. ‘’Roawr!’’ He roared, the empty place rattled and echoed.

I shot another fireball, and charged closing the distance while shooting a barrage of fireballs, they were all missing. The Russian polar bear was huge but nimble, dodging my fire.

I leaped towards his neck my fangs ripping at his throat. While suspended in the air the Russian with the force of a polar bear slapped me through one of the empty buildings. ‘’Grrr!’’ I growled as I recovered aplomb.

The polar bear crashed through the building after me. I shot three fireballs at him they missed. I rushed and clawed him, my fangs ripped at his fur. He grabbed me by my neck and held me in the air with his paw. I couldn’t breathe, The Russian polar bear was choking me to death. I was kicking and clawing, flailing against the air, struggling to stay alive.

‘’Swirl…’’ The Russian started his victory speech, ‘’I am going to kill him then kill you so that you will never corrupt the mind of another man only to satisfy your crooked ambitions…’’ The Russian gripped my neck tighter then roared, ‘’Roarw!’’ The earth shook. I was dying. All for the love of Swirl.

I looked down and my eyes caught Swirl’s. Her eyes twirled a sad swirl. My energy!

‘’Grrr!’’ I growled louder than I ever had before. Then I became so hot that I glew a fire red and blew up like a rock star. ‘’Boom!’’

At my explosion into a million fiery pieces, the polar bear’s fur caught fire. ‘’Roawr!’’ He roared and spun out of control brushing the fire from his fur.

I reassembled in mid air. As soon as my tong attached, I blew a million fireballs at the Russian polar bear. Each ball of fire, sent a chunk of flesh and fur into the air. A million pieces of a polar bear.

I landed on all fours next to Swirl and she snuggled her white fur against my black fur. As we examined my work, I was stunned. I didn’t know I possessed the strength to cause so much destruction: piles of bricks, shattered glass, fire, polar bear fur, Russian flesh, and ice.

‘’You made me proud,’’ said Swirl. ‘’You did this all for me,’’ she was staring into my eyes. ‘’now I owe you some of me.’’

I was staring into her eyes, mesmerized by how they twirled. I was in love… deep love! Ready to make love to the love of my life. Swirl. ‘’Then we shall make love.’’ Swirl said, reading my mind precisely.

I blinked and in a wink we were in Cali. ‘’Why Cali?’’ I asked.

She just shrugged and laughed. I smiled. In between my lips was a stick of Cali bud. It was loud, so loud that I was lit. My eyes were blazing red and like a rock star I was high as hell.

We were under the Cali moon where the ocean kissed the mountains. Swirl was tracing swirls with her tung on my chest. She straddled me. Her breast and her eyes were aswirl. I never saw her so turned on before. She was dripping hot and wet all over my dick and I was yet to put it in. Her ice cream was ablaze. Her vanilla scent was ‘’Whew!’’ She was amazing.

Swirl eased down slow and easy on my dick. This was it. The greatest sex ever. Swirl found her groove, riding the dick, she bit my lip. I growled, ‘’Grrr!’’ and thrust up my hips. I was on the verge of howling at the moon. But, I couldn’t let her get it off like this. I flipped Swirl over on her back. I sucked on her nipple, she moaned a melody so pleasantly, ‘’Ooo la la la’’ like Teena Marie.

As our souls entwined, I stared into her eyes and I experienced every continent of the world. Sex with Swirl was out of this world. ‘’Grrr!’’ I growled, as I dug deeper and deeper.



Swirl dug her nails into my back deeper and deeper. I flipped her over on all fours and went harder and harder. I smacking her ass and it jiggled. ‘’Marry me.’’ I moaned, giving her all that I had.

Her climax was resplendent… sublime! She giggled, ‘’I finally had sex… and it was with you…’’

I blushed

‘’and it was the greatest feeling ever!’’ She snuggled against me.

Looking off into the night, the Cali moon was so bright, the way that the ocean crashed into the rocks was violent and peaceful… the perfect symmetry. What could be better than this? I thought.

‘’Egypt.’’ Said Swirl, looking into my eyes, reading my mind. ‘’That’s where we’ll be married, Egypt.’’

‘’Why Egypt?’’ I asked

‘’Because you wondered what could be better than this.’’ She laughed. ‘’The mother land is better and Egypt is the best.’’

‘’Back to the mother land.’’ I agreed. I was with it. Marry her in Egypt establish a life all over the world: kids and big cribs, cars, jewelry and wolf furs.

‘’Word.’’ Swirl agreed reading my thoughts.

Looking into her Swirls I was wondering how it was that a nigga like me could come across a woman who knew the tricks of the world. I was lucky.

‘’You’re so lucky…’’ She laughed. ‘’That’s what I’ll call you… Lucky Blaq.’’

I chuckled, ‘’I like that.’’ I was lucky to have lucked up on Swirl. And I was Blaq, geed up on my wolf shit. ‘’Grrr!’’ I was ready to be married in Egypt.

‘’Before Egypt let’s see Paris, so that I can speak to you in French,’’ She nibbled on my ear, ‘’then you can kill a Frenchman.’’

Damn more murder? I wondered.

‘’Yes one more murder,’’ she frowned, ‘’then we’ll be able to live peacefully.’’

Peacefully? That’s what I always wanted, peace, love, and happiness, and a wife with the beauty of Swirl. ‘’Fuck it!’’ I shrugged. What was one more murder to profess my love?

I closed my eyes and Swirl took me on a magic carpet ride. We flew red eye, just us two, Mediterranean express. Who would of knew that a nigga from a place like A.C., could bag a woman like Swirl. I professed my love with blood and she professed hers with her Swirl.

A dilly, a dally, and once again, me and Swirl spun the world. ‘’Where are we I asked?’’

‘’France,’’ She said. ‘’After you kill a Frenchman, I’ll romance you along the English channel… End the night…’’ She blew a kiss in the direction of my dick, ‘’with a French kiss.’’

Once in Paris, I black wolfed up. Instead of fur, leather hugged me tight. My fur was on the inside, leather gloves gripped my paws just right, my eyes were hidden behind Oakley shades, my jeans were all black, black ACG boots they were light, my entire apparel fit me tight. ‘’Grrr!’’ My fangs sparkled off of the Moon’s light. An all black Glock was on my hip. Why? I wondered.

‘’I thought it fit your look just right…’’ said Swirl, ‘’it looks cute… sexy Blaq.’’

Blaq, to Lucky Blaq, now I was sexy Blaq. My hair was no longer rough. Now my head dripped dreads.

Swirl brushed against me. Of course she was in all white. Her leather body suit gripped her tight, it looked as if it was painted on.

The Eiffel tower was the scenery. I looked around cautiously, wondering where was everybody?

‘’I cleared it out for you.’’

It was dark, empty, and cold. This was Paris deserted. Frightening! And it reeked. What kind of creature could inhibit this malodorous and desolate place? Whoever was here deserved to be killed! Where was he?

‘’There!’’ Said Swirl, pointing at a tree. And out jumped a man with the physical appearance of a skunk. He was dressed in all black, he rocked a stripe down his back, it was white. He stood a yay shorter than me. He was smooth… criminal like. His fragrance was Paris musk. It stunk!

‘’Swirl, I see that you went and got your self a wolf.’’ Said the Frenchman, looking me up and down.

‘’Grrr!’’ I growled, as my claws ripped through the gloves. I wondered what was his story, and how such a stinking being could be connected to Swirl?

‘’He’s a stinking motha fucka,’’ Said Swirl, ‘’He lied, cheated, stole, and dishonored me.’’

‘’Ha Ha Ha!’’ the skunk laughed. ‘’Black Wolf, I know that you’re to far gone and head over hills in love with Swirl… But she’s the snake itself.

I glanced at Swirl, her eyes were a fire swirl, her vanilla was cherry red, she looked as if she was ready to turn the world. I never saw her so angry before.’’

‘’Red… Her true colors…’’ continued the skunk ‘’They always show, peep the signs Black Wolf. If I were you, I would kill her before she snakes you.’’

‘’Grrr!’’ Kill Swirl? A suggestion that would earn him my fire. I was only awaiting Swirl’s word then I would turn him to ashes.

‘’Before Swirl signals you to ruin me…’’ Continued the skunk, ‘’I got a story to tell.’’

‘’Burn him!’’ Swirl commanded.

I shot a fireball out of my mouth in the direction of the skunk. But, the skunk vanished.

Aghast, ‘’Huh!’’ Swirl gasped. She looked around nervously, I looked around protectively. ‘’Where is he?’’ She wondered. ‘’I didn’t know he had the capability…’’

I looked at Swirl confused, she was supposed to know the secrets of the world. And, nothing was supposed to surprise her.

‘’Since you spun my world, I’ve learned a few tricks myself.’’ Said the skunk, seeming as if he was one with the air.
The skunk was hid but he couldn’t hide, I turned in the direction of his stench.

‘’You weren’t worth my pretty – you stinking skunk! ‘’ Swirl shouted into the ethereal.

‘’How dare you!’’ Said the skunk.

‘’Grrr!’’ I was ready to pounce, rip then burn a stinking Frenchman. Only if I could see him.

‘’Don’t listen to him!’’ Swirl Snapped.

I had no choice, the air was his voice. And I needed to hear his story.

‘’You found me in the club, spun me around the world, changed my composition. Then I murdered for you in China, Arabia, and everywhere that we swirled. I was ready to marry you in Egypt…’’

‘’Egypt?’’ My wolf ears perked up.

‘’Don’t listen to him, he’s a stinking skunk!’’ Swirl pleaded. Her red darkening by the second
My heart was breaking with each word that the skunk spoke.

‘’Then…’’ The skunk continued. ‘’You wanted me to murder one more time.’’ The skunk’s stench moved.

‘’Grrr!’’ I followed

‘’I asked you who and why? You gave me the who but you didn’t tell me the why. So when I denied professing my love by poisoning a Russian Bear… you snaked me.’’

The skunk reappeared, I blew a fireball at him. He vanished again. ‘’Grrr!’’ I was still on his scent.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw a slight slither of Swirl’s tung. It was sexy and scary all at once. Was Swirl capable of snaking me?

‘’I’ll never snake you.’’ Swirl said. Her eyes a fire swirl. She was mad. Her devilish red was as sexy as her French vanilla. Her red energy was summoning me to burn a Frenchman.

‘’Black Wolf.’’ The skunk from somewhere in the air spoke directly to me.

‘’Grrr!’’ I hated his scent, I hated his stripe, I hated that he experienced Swirl’s swirl.

‘’For her love you’ll have to murder for an eternity and beyond. And if you refuse to murder she’ll leave you stuck in a swirl.’’

Staring at the red beauty of Swirl, I wondered how far I would go for her swirl? To murder or not to murder.

‘’Grrr!’’ Fuck it. I was a murderer and for an eternity with Swirl, I would murder the world. And with that thought I blew a fireball into the dark.

‘’I warned you Black Wolf!’’ Said the skunk. He didn’t reappear.

‘’Who cares what he has to say…’’ Said Swirl. She wrapped her arms around my neck. She glanced over her shoulder, then into my eyes. ‘’We can’t go to Egypt until he dies…’’

Two Be Continued…….

Passion Provocation

Passion provocation
He was provoked
She cheated, broke his heart
He should cut her throat
Or shoot her in the heart
O his heart
Ached
Trying to mask the pain he blew
He was baked
He drunk and spilled the Ace
All over his clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
know
He just felt pain
Rage
The efficacy of the cocaine
Had him feeling murderous
Her deceit would be the
Impetus
For him snapping her neck
Passion provocation
He was provoked
She betrayed him, stabbed him in the back he should sell her into a
Cult
Or into prostitution
OH his institution
Was flat
He waited and watched the door
He set back
On the couch
What would he do
What would he do
When she entered this
House
He spilled powder on
His clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He was high and
His heart was
Pumping toxins to
His brain
Haze, Ace and
Cocaine
The efficacy of the
Drugs
Had him squeezing the
Knife and the
Gun
Her insidiousness would be the
Impetus
For him gunning and knifing
Her down

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Passion Provocation
He was provoked
She crossed him played with his mind
He should hang her with
A rope
Or tie her to the tracks of a train
Oh the pain
Ran through his body
He popped pills
He was nodding
He had patience
He would
Wait
He wanted to see
Wanted to see her
Face
He spilled the pills
All over his clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
His body was becoming
Numb
And his heart was beating
Like a drum
The efficacy of the
Liquor
Had him feeling like
A killer
Her treachery would be
The impetus
For him drowning her
Passion provocation
He was provoked
Her infidelities took his soul
He should O-D her
Shoot her with dope
Or throw her in front of moving truck
Oh his guts
We’re twisted
The liquor he sipped, the bud he puffed, the pills he popped
The coke
He sniffed it
He was fucked up, so fucked up
He spit up all over
His clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He ain’t feel nothing
His heart stopped pumping
The efficacy of everything
Had him seeing Satan
Her faithlessness would be the
Impetus
For him kicking her off of a roof
Passion provocation
He was provoked
Into killing himself
Popped too many pills, drunk too much Ace, snorted too much
Coke
And blew too much bud
Oh he was done
Dead
Where would he go, where would he live
He defecated in his
Clothes
He ain’t care
Lord knows
What was on his mind
He ain’t even
Know
He was dead
Heaven or hell
The efficacy of the mixture
Had him seeing a different picture
Her disloyalty was the
Impetus
For his death
The End

BLOW THEORY…

You blow

I blow

So let’s blow

We blew it down

We blew it down to the ground cuz

Smoke filled the room on some snoop shit

She moved her body and grooved it to the music

She was well aware of my intentions, they were lucid

Written all over my face I wanna suck and abuse it

As, the air clears of the smoke

She still grooved her body to the tune of the note

Intentions became actions, moving behind her to the beat

We moved and grooved until we reached the sheets

We made beautiful music love and heat

Bust the Dutch, roll-up and sin

We did it again

Well into the AM
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Rhythm And Blues II

R&B was sunk low in his Mercedes seats. The Isley Brothers playing, “In-between The Sheets”. The Music was blaring, and he was speeding down the street. Windows down low. The wind was blowing. this passenger’s hair was flowing. It was all exhilarating!
R&B’s lifestyle was music and woman. A womanizer, perhaps. However, the woman loved his ‘ize. So illicitly, R&B solicited and switched women consistently. Blowing his saxophone, his R&B was Teddy Pendergrass; Wherever he laid his hat was his home exclusively!
She was in the passenger seat sneaking peaks of him while he drove. He was so sexy, She thought. It was the way that he leaned back in the seats of the luxury machinery. He imposed his R&B composition upon her freewill. His music ran through her soul. Vibrations ran through her mind. Chills ran up her spine.
In his presence, she was lost. She was soft on him. His tempo was fast. On cloud 9, she was flying through the streets. She couldn’t wait till the day, when they met in between his sheets.
Aisha was her name. And she was in love with R&B’s Tempo. The faster the 563 AMG moved, the hotter she became. She was feeling on herself to the rhythm of, “In-between the sheets.”
Aisha was a political freak. Local council woman, Aisha Roe. Also, Small Black Business Owner. Her restaurant “YAMS” was located on the corner of Delaware and Mediterranean avenues. Serving the best soul food in Atlantic City. Aisha was doing it for the community.
His R&B had her doing it to herself. Her Red Bottoms were on his dashboard. Her skirt was inched over her waist. Her wedding-band-hand was resting on her favorite place.
R&B and Aisha’s understanding was on occasions she would slip out of her home under official pretenses. A council meeting. They would rendezvous by the beach uptown on main avenue. Then R&B would romantic her on the sand by the ocean’s ebb. He had the candles lit, they glew in the moon’s silhouette. He blew on his saxophone, all-night-long. The ocean’s waves caressed her legs. Quixotic. Picturesque.
“Sing to me councilwoman,” R&B will say in between the note. Her voice was precious. With his saxophone a vocal chords, they made heaven.
After the sand he raced the 563 up Absecon boulevard. He was returning her home. “Why do we always have to make love in the sand?” Aisha would say in-between moans. “Why can’t we ever do it in-between your sheets?” She was in the passenger seat. Her legs were still raised on the dashboard, and she was still massaging herself. She was headed home to her husband singing another man’s R&B.
“If we make love in-between my sheets baby, your husband’s praying nose will catch a whiff of my R&B. And he’ll go crazy!” R&B sped in the direction of Aisha’s home the AMG’S accelerations was making her moan. Aisha was strumming her chord, singing that same tired song, “I don’t want to go home.” H6er eyes were closed. Her range was climbing, “take me home with you. I want to spend an eternity wrapped in-between your sheets.” Her climax.

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On cue, the Mercedes coasted to a halt in front of the councilwoman’s home. “Fix yourself lady…” Her hair was passionately displayed. Sex was dripping down her legs. Sand dusted her skirt. Thus, this is the way that R&B usually returned her home.
R&B was confused as to why Aisha’s husband didn’t kick her to the curb. R&B shook his head. Aisha could never belong to her husband. Her husband share her with R&B.
“Until next time.” Was R&B’s farewell
“O, R&B.” Aisha said waving her hand, as she stepped out of R&B’s Mercedes.
The audacity Of The councilwoman, she entered her home into the arms of her husband’s arms, “hey baby, I’m home.” She had the temerity, to kiss him so tenderly.
Henry had an inkling that Aisha was creeping with R&B. Often when Aisha arrived home from her and R&B’s official business, she was dusted with sand and smelled of romance. Just a hint.
Henry put nothing but trust in his lady. He would never question her love. Besides, if Aisha ever took his love away, he would go crazy. If this inkling was more than a hint and an actual intrusion upon his love, what would he do, what he do the next time she entered their home? Oh, he didn’t want to know.
The entire time that Aisha spent gone with R&B, Henry spent drinking Seagrams extra dry gin. All the while, wondering when will Aisha be home. A reflection of what he thought was flashed upon his visual screen: Aisha singing to the blow of R&B’s saxophone.
“O, O, O,” was his groan. Henry didn’t want to know. So each time Aisha arrived home, Henry would erase his contemplation of the assassination of his wife from his mind. Kissing on Aisha she smelled of sex, wine and the ocean. But not the scent of R&B.
…
“Tanisha Abreau… Tanisha Abreau, please report to the front desk.” Tanisha’s name was blasted through the Atlantic City medical centers intercom. Her job. “Uh, that’s a first,” Tanisha said to her coworker slash best friend Rhonda. Tanisha was standing at Rhonda station, the two of them gossiping about “Such and Such” latest post on the gram.
“Let me see what they want… calling me like I’m a patient.” She left Rhonda’s the station. Tanisha’s hair was straightened and pulled into a ponytail. Her hang time was on drip. Her Scrubs were on tight. Her attitude just switched, from polite to on stink.
They had some nerve blasting her name through some intercom. Especially while she was on break. She stepped off of the elevator. Her ebony-vanilla radiated a slight red. Her emotions, she wore on her sleeve, they were reflected through her tone. And at this instance, she was hot. A professional hot. Someone was getting cursed out, respectfully so.
Since Tanisha broke up with “Such and such”, she was less tolerant of people and their agendas. It was time for her to be all about herself. And dare she say it, “Fuck everybody!” Tanisha was on her egocentric shit. She had somewhere to be in this life, and that place was called success. Tanisha believed that she deposited too much of herself into other people with no return on her investment..
Tanisha rounded the corner, “Nana” her eyes brightened upon her Nana’s sight. Her vanilla hue turned bright. “What are you doing here Nana?” Tanisha asked, falling into Nana’s warm embrace.
“Just thought I’d bring you some cookies.” Said Nana.
“To my job,” asked Tanisha, slumping her shoulders.
“Since you haven’t been to the house in over a week, how else am I going to be able to see you?” She said pinching Tanisha’s cheek.
“I’m sorry Nana, I’ve been… just overwhelmed.”
“I don’t wanna hear no sorry,” Nanna said, cutting Tanisha off. “I just wanna hear you at my home tonight or I’ll be bringing more cookies…” She handed Tanisha the tray of cookies, “You understand?”
“Yes Nana.” Tanisha hugged Nana and saw her off. Now Tanisha was returning to work refreshed. Oh what seeing Nana did to her spirit. The lady was informal and sweet and she expected nothing less in turn.
In the process of Tanisha making this about me only transformation, she forgot about Nana. She shook her head and went back to work.

I’m Listening

I’m searching for conversation that’s informational, inspirational

Perhaps, I can be an inspiration to you

I’ll show you the light

Is your love for free or does it come with a price

What’s your cause

I’m a rebel for the cause

What’s your love

Is it that I pay then it’s lost

Or is your love for free

That which holds no price can last an eternity

What’s your game

Can you elevate me mentally

See, I’m simple, speak to me in a different tongue

Keep me hung on your lesson

What you teaching

I’m preaching “G”, pushing “P”, sipping Tea

Yeah, exactly

I ain’t got patience, my “G” don’t wait

I’ll pay the price to state in your eyes for the night

Then I’ll see you next lifetime

Let me know what your talking about because I’m listening

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