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Sep 2017
I asked her
She had dark skin
Big lips
Pretty mouth
What do you get complimented on the most?
I saw her blouse
Open
Her ******* were playing peek a boo
I almost got caught looking
She said
My ***
My mind wondered
Did I do that?
Guilty
I looked at that rear view
In the past
I also asked
Does anybody say how beautiful your lips are?
How kissable?
How juicy?
She said
Yeah
I hate it
And I hated that response

But no matter what
It always came to one request
One question
That I couldn’t hold to suppress...

You’re black
You’re special
Lick those lips
Sway those hips
You’re often replicated
But never duplicated
And you’re beautiful.
A note to a not so secret admirer,
Tristan Taylor
Written by
Tristan Taylor  31/M/Houston, Texas
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