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I didn’t know what love was until I met you, I use to think it was flowers and candy, with watching movies and cuddled up, a lil *** here, and a lil suck there, I used to think love was you sitting between my legs and me playing in ya hair, cause for some reason, black women like they scalped scratched, I used to think love was all that until love turned its back on me, it told me to run in the store and grab it a drink and by the time I came out, I saw that love had pulled off, and I shoulda been mad that I didn’t have a ride, but I was more mad that I wasted ninety nine cents on a funkypop, cause I ain’t drunk coke in a long time, see love left me at my darkest hour when itself was going through an eclipse, I said mother*** love, love can be packed and shipped off to an abandoned house where the ghost of broken hearted past could play with it, I no longer wanted that , then, I met you, I was scared of you, cause I was experiencing the same symptoms that had gotten me whipped before, the text messages, the phone calls, the concern at times, I knew this disguise, and I was just waiting for the mask to come back off cause it seemed like love was Halloween without pumpkins and orange lights, but you changed my mind to Christmas bliss and you hadn’t even put my face under your mistletoe yet, When I tried to run you slammed me against the wall and said naw naw, we not playing that here, you gone lay next to me upset or happy without fear, you told me that you not just kissing me, that you talking to me through silent communication cause when our lips touch it’ll be two way masturbation saying *** everyone else with no hands needed, and I still fought you, until you hugged me and told me that this just ain’t an embrace, we are conjoined twins joined together at the cardiac, so don’t you dare stop breathing, cause if you do, my life’s over too, and I still couldn’t comprehend that and when I tried to get away the last time, you said *** it and sucked it on a dime, telling me, this just ain’t me swallowing yo seed, this is love allowing you to plant your roots into the pit of my stomach, so everytime I talk to you, or say I love you, a reflection of you will follow, and after bringing my eyes from back out of my skull, I said damn, maybe I should give love a chance, cause love will take the chance of giving effort in unfamiliar places just to see the reflection of God on another’s face, and when I sampled it again, I found out that love taste great, and if I could describe it in a plate, pure love taste like watermelon, chicken and grits, I found out again that love indeed is the , and I wanna be constipated like a mutha***a
