Interlocked Interracial Fingers
I’m walking thru a local neighborhood
Holding the hands of my female companion,
I stop and kiss her gently, making sure her lip flavor’s good
It is of course and before I return for seconds, I stare in the Grand Canyon
That’s my nickname for her unique eyes
This last year of my life has been rough as shit, but this, is my unique prize
Even though I am a literary genius I cannot find something to compare
To the simple beauty of rearranging a misplaced strand of her golden hair
Because just having the ability to touch her face
Makes every single mishap ever experienced seem perfectly placed
It’s not as hard as we thought it would be, being apart because our relationship’s speed is perfectly paced
My favorite thing in the world to do with her besides being naughty is to bend down and make sure her sneakers are clean and properly laced…there you caught me
Because the truth is, as it is we do enough trippin’
And I really, enthusiastically care
I start out massaging her lips with mine but somehow always end up in between her tanned thighs; they can take a good licking
All of my earlier frustrations fade to black every time she shudders, straightens her back and says “Baby, I’m almost there”
If her body craves emancipation then by all means label my tongue the necessary amendment or proclamation
This sweet letter is so close to becoming under 17 not admitted without parent, it is best if I just end it, get what I’m saying?
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