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L. O. V. E.

That four letter word which one could depict as dopamine or death. The utterance of pure bliss in totality itself. Right? But what form of love or what amount is acceptable enough that you no longer have any left for yourself? What will love cost you? Time? Health? Opportunities? Sanity? Better question-the one(s) you’re giving your love to is it truly reciprocated or are you just devoted because of how much you’ve invested? Is your current relationship giving you what you want or are you afraid to say aloud “as much as I love you; this Union no longer serves my higher purpose.”? We mask our desires and needs being met with mediocrity. “I awoke next to a warm body, had a form of sexual release, answered an email or two, ate something Ohh and grabbed a workout…I’m ‘satisfied and productive today’” 🙄BULLSHIT! The fact that you can even outline such a day sounds loveless and medial. Boring. Mundane. Vanilla. What passion did you pour into your last 24hrs? Are you actually being fucked the way your body yearns to be or used for another’s gratification? That’s not Love to me that’s comfortability. Routine. What makes one stay? What makes one leave? If I’ve learned nothing in my short time on this Earth I’ve learned that even the most basic routine needs to change from time to time. Or that “Love” we desperately cling to becomes more of an afterthought. Auto-pilot. And no muthafucking thank you to that shit!

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Don’t ever change that big open loving heart of yours; just change who the fuck you give it to.

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Airplane Mode 1.10.22 2:53p

Floating on Cloud 9 the very least I can say...hopped on a plane to the concrete jungle to hear Sego play.

Each riff made my back stiffen up as I swooned. Elated God gave me the chance to hear that cool cat croon.

Went against everything I stood for and even got vaxxed. Yeahhhh and I'd do it all over again for one toot of his sax.

There aren't enough words to describe how I feel. "Please pinch me I must be dreaming is this real?!" Strutting over to him click clack in my heels; twerkin' ass getting Sego cash and Coppin' feels.

Just climbed to 30,000 feet here with my peeps--Cumulus, Stratus, Nimbus and Cirrus to say the least. The more I elevate my signals getting weak; yet those cadences he blared has me 'bout to reach my peak.

Almost there loosing air this is euphoria. God damn how I wish I could get close to ya. Flight 99 I'm in the cockpit. Folded nice and neatly; my heart in your pocket.

Mile High Club lets get it poppin', panties slidin' down you got me soakin' and soppin'. We all know Sasha's your main bitch but blow me from behind and hear my fluctuating pitch. It starts low, nice and mellow. No Jerry McGuire required ya had me @ the 1st "Hello". Now it's growin' strident and sharp. The way my back is curving you'd think I were your harp.

Coming in for a landing now together we explode-no worldly distractions we're in Airplane mode.-LJD

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*Authors Note*:So if you're actually reading this let me be the 1st to say AHHH and I thank you! I'm open and confident enough in my writing that I love comments so pls pls don't hesitate to reblog and comment your thoughts. Just keep in my mind in the immortal words of Queen Badu "I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit." This story(like all the others unless I make a note stating otherwise:) is 110% FICTION. MADE UP. IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!It all comes from my big ol' brain and the love of writing short stories. This is one of many inspired by my love for Micah Masego Davis *swoons* Enjoy and stay tuned for more. And now without further ado...

Prone

They say Gemini's have two sides to them. A Dr.Jekyl/Mr.Hyde textbook definition type of vibe if you will. Well that was the perfect way to describe HIM. Every ounce of his being either oozed lustful sex or toxic turmoil. He was the perfect combination of desire and destruction. One look from him across a room biting down on those lips that drive me crazy and before you know it my own panties are being stuffed in my mouth to consume the moans of ecstasy feeling my eyes damn near get stuck in the back of my head as a party commenced in the adjoining room. How I even got to this point still makes me shake my own head to this very day. A simple bump of a stranger in a bookstore turns into a whirlwind relationship in the blink of an eye. I'm not the type to say I fall fast. Hell because of my past in particular I actually run from love full sprint. Damn it. But dare I say he's the exact type that's prone to break your heart. Please for once let me be wrong...

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Chapter 1-"Excuse me..."

The morning sun isn't my friend today at all by far. That element clung to my ebony skin as the beams kissed each thigh harshly as I swung each leg from my bed. These cramps have me in such an "UGH" mood and overall I'm trying to can but I can't okay? The buzzing from my alarm clock on my nightstand grew louder in my opinion as I bitch slapped it back to silence. Sitting along the edge of my bed I scooted closer to my large floor mirror and adjusted my grey tank top. *Bzz bzz bzz* ((There goes my phone again)) grabbing it from the same nightstand I check it to see a text from my boss asking to stay later than my shift. I'm an assistant manager at Pendleton's bookstore and press; pays decent but it's truly just a gig to pay bills nothing to plan retirement on or brag about.

Getting up from my bed and quickly fixing the top comforter I yawned as I slowly made my way into my bathroom to turn on the shower. The early mornings here in New York are no longer as comforting as I once found them when I moved here 6 years ago. The constant sounds of the police sirens and the trains made my anxiety flare beyond belief. Dismissing the quick negative thought I turned on my bluetooth speaker and listened as my phone automatically paired. The local radio station has been talking about this sold out concert for weeks now and this morning was no different apparently.

"Ladies ladies you still have a chance to cop a pair of VIP Meet and Greet Masego tickets for the show this Friday down at the Grande Blue Bellevue Regal center. All you gotta do is be caller number 9 and there's no waiting in line for you baby for Masego this Friday. Call 718 555 JAMZ. That's 718 555 5269. And with that being said here's the latest from the homie Masego it's called 'Bliss Abroad' " turning up the radio slightly and stepping out of my tank top and panties I extended a hand to test my shower temp before stepping inside. Grabbing my orange loofah and body wash from my shower caddy I squeeze some of the cold goo onto my loofah and began to create a lather in my hands. As I began to wash my ebony frame and hum along to the words my mind drifted into a daydream

I don't think you know We can go to and fro, we can go this and there Kiss it there You know we livin' the high life Need you in my life, so let's go

We can take ship or boat Get intimate and coast, we're supposed to I want you livin' your best life I'm lookin' in your eyes they tellin' me

"Mmmmm" I couldn't help but allow to escape as the hot water soothed my tummy and my cramps were a distant memory. With my eyes closed I rested my head on the shower wall aback of me as my hands began to blissfully carry me to places I've yet to explore in a bit of time. I parted my legs as the jazzy melody crooned from my speaker into my head. Grasping my own soapy neck for a second I began to make slow circles on the circumference of each breast. Felt foreign but good. I didn't even notice the song had ended and took the radio show into commercial as I kept my eyes pinned together tightly as I may my way to my rose budded slit. With one hand I kept one breast cuffed and with the other I dropped the loofah to the shower floor and made my fingers slowly dance atop of my pussy. "Sssss ahhh" it felt so good to masturbate to the sounds of Masego singing in my ear. I could damn near feel his chest press against my body as my fingers began to move faster and faster in a circle dancing in and out of myself. My chest heaving up and down as I get closer and closer to my climax. Each finger movement brought me closer and closer until----the power in my apartment went out.

"I KNOW you are fucking lying!" I screamed to no one in particular as I turn off the now Luke warmish water and the bluetooth speaker. Rolling blackouts weren't a stranger but they were getting too close for my comfort. Grabbing my fluffy white towel from the rack I wrap it around my body and step out into the cool air now in my bathroom. Wiping off the excess steam from the mirror I found myself just standing there. Feeling empty. Tired. Groggy. Over IT. Snapping back into reality I decided a simple light blue sweater/ dark bluejeans combo would be the look of the day. Grabbing my bag and keys from my kitchen counter I turn on my heels and head towards the door. This low feeling I've been fighting to shake off just has to end soon. ((Right?)) I thought to myself as I walked out of my home and closed the door behind me.

*Authors Note* This isn't finished and I'm more sleepy than I thought so I'll try and add tomorrow.

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To the tune of Masego’s Bye Felicia

Minnie Riperton(Bye Felipe) 10/11/21

Swear it’s so crazy shit can switch up and get stuck this way/ starting to think I’m 1 of 1 on this astroplane. Picking my own self up since the playground days/ no add subtract yoself from my vicinity. Mickey left now I’m Minnie Riperton thru these feels/ Screaming you grown but little boy that’s a tantrum for real. Social media, the booth can get all the spiel. But when I ask you freeze, close up Ziploc seal. “Baby baby give me time battling demons uphill. But party with me to forget here go 1/2 a pill. Girl I’ve been thru so much ion know what’s real. I think it’s you but the truth this love I gotsta kill. ‘Ery relationship I fuck up ‘gainst all my will.” Plays on a loop as I Riperton thru these feels. [Damn] Man that shit is so real. Lovin’ you & Riperton thru these feels.

I’m just tryna understand it baby; loving you been lethal lately. I’m "acting weird" around these bitches cus when they luv me you can’t it.

All this back and forth is draining mane you got to go. Felipe bueno noches puto, adios....Bye Bye! *End*

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Insanity 10/10/21

Wrote this song about my ex and since you can’t hear the tune guess it’s just considered a poem on here. But I digress.

Insanity

We tried and tried but in different ways; crying tears writing on this page. Tried to “getcha” but it ain’t that way; chronometeric phobia I’ve engaged. On and on again spin the block back and bend. Each time there’s a ‘we’ in the end more hurting (I know).

Hook-Never wanted one so bad ignored the red flags I’ve seen. The dick you dippin’ had me tripping color blind as can be. God himself could’ve knocked and I’m not answering. "Girl you insane?! Bitch where’s ya brain?!" "In his lap." (I think?)

Verse 1:

Zealous pon me to ever tink that I’d be all that you need.

Appealed meh trial, turned down meh dial and I washed meh hands clean.

Eros ruled the world of love but couldn’t lock down his Queen. So set in stone upon his throne time to flush the latrine.

Girl don’t let that nigga lie to you still in love with me. His feature presentation rolling and you not in this scene.

Otra vez otra vez living in fantasy; find you again in the next life immortality. Slurp you slowly bounce and roll and around in my canopy. But us together textbook definition: Insanity.

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Verse 2:

Click clack roll the dice hold ya breath and let’s see. “Let’s make these bands give one mo’ chance” Notorious B.I.G. Naw I can’t see myself living life on repeat. Though it was fun the damage’s done next chapter I read. Fo’ I let another nigga close I’m working on me. Nan other jester to sit and fester; next up my King.

[Hook]x3 *End*