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The Black woman is God, I’ve lied with her
The rains of her sorrows hug my infidelities
like her hand grip on tainted messages behind cell phone window pain
like perverbial strangle holds on head strong addictions riding lustful echoes saying
Choke me
Anguish retains refuge beneath passion drenched soils rooted in the foundation of my desires, rooted in the foundations of her mischief
Our clepto adolescent souls store sweet chocolate eye candies that only makes sense for our eyes to feel for our eyes to taste
Heaven
Polytheist
