Gets resealed in the wind.
Like Barbie gets Ken
Like red is to roses
And like black is to funerals.
I love you like white on
Rice & sugar is to spice.
Our souls interlock like
The fingers of a kindergartner
And her Mother on the
First day of school.
We were as sinful as
Satin in the rain that one
Night. Our lips kissed like
Poetry in "Love Jones"
And our hands touched
Unmentionables to
satisfaction but, the pleasure
Goes unspoken.
Our love is kool. Not like
Ice but, like ice cream
Cones on hot southern
Sunday nights.
We were kool.
Kool enough to laugh
At each other &
Kool enough to cuddle
Close together & locked
Fantasies in ecstasy
Until the both of us
Could Cum Just
you and me.
No expiration dates
Or expectations
We just took what we
could get and lived off
Of that.
And that was enough to
Get us through the
Month like food stamps
And blunts. That was
Just enough to get
Us through the month.
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