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Private Kisses

Posted: July 11, 2016 in Uncategorized

Private Kisses

By Daton L. Fluker 

July 10, 2016

 

You see the trash in the streets. Look away girl. Turn the other cheek. Because no one will pick it up. My broken heart.

You have forgotten the promise. Our past aggressions will keep us from our destiny if we let it. I am worthy. But, I need some time to rest.

The world is ours baby. I know my wealthy angel is ready to love me. I need a vacation and a bunch of kisses to sooth my nervous system.

I’m turning to slush. I’m lost in time. I want to forget, but I can’t because I want to be good.

I’m on Mars. I’m sitting on a sand table drinking tea on Pluto. I’m jogging around Saturn rings. I’m getting cream from the Milky Way.

My imagination is shining like Sirius–the most luminous star in the sky?

However, don’t forget about the shit that grows in the dark. Don’t forget about us.

My truth is not yours to obey. I am a piller of supposed to be lies that you turn your cheek to; I use to be worthy of your grace.

We bear the weight of our actions which follows us like shadows. The more we dwell on our actions, the more darkness grows.

Don’t forget that I am Daton —The one they forgot to hug. The outcast. The forgotten song. The darkest magic. The lost American.

You don’t get me. I deeply apologize. Yet, fill my head with knowledge. Please me until my heart is contempt; until you see heaven in me.

How could I know the world was so big filled with candy canes?

A silent song I loved so much. She’s gone so fast. She blew like dust.

Raise my cock, you’ll have something nice to sit on. Raise my knowledge, and you’ll have my heart and my cock to raise.

Young beautiful brown eyed girls will make you fall to your knees and please them.

Her screaming subsides. Grabbing my head and pulling it closer; I felt the bed shimmer. Her back tighten. Her tonsils grew dry.

She’s more sweeter than coolaid. And her booty stacks perfectly in bundles like hay. It’s an explosion of darkness and day.

A nightmare she sees. My darling dear. My un-announced lover is nostalgic for a past that she sees through rose-colored glasses.

Wake me up with cock kisses. Put me to sleep with forehead kisses. Tease me with nipple kisses. And love me with tongue kisses.

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