R I S K

They say some things are mistakes, and should be erased, but it doesn't matter; I am tired of writing about my regrets.

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I could smell the fragrance; cinnamon, vanilla and lime in a candle.

I knew we'd pass out, even if it was on the table.

Somehow, you chuckled.

Your body was covered, yet I could see desires burn through you.

So, I submitted myself into your captivity as I watched myself drown in intensity.

Days like this rarely happen, but vows were sealed; we had no reasons to be careful.

The lights were off; we would find the way to our soul in darkness.

For two shall come together to become one.

 

Carefully, but with apparent starvation, you swayed the garment that covered the right part of my shoulder, diving into my flesh with a sign that you had tonight.

I was lost, I didn't want to be found; I knew this wasn't a crime.

I ran my soft palms through your parts; you stood like a man.

Today, you have left your father and mother; we have become one.

As your hands drained the lower part of my mammilla, I was certain I would remain a prisoner to this intensity. 

This nooky was really happening. My body, spirit and soul was becoming yours as I was told.

With all of my heart, i give you this day, have me until death do us part.

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Baby, yesterday, I said for better for worse. 

In sickness and health.

Whatever might come or not.

I think that I want to make this vow again.

While I stood there in amazement, wondering what to change; he proceeded.

I want to do this with you, as a friend, a father, a partner, a leader, your husband.

I want to keep you safe, to protect you.

I want to love you; non stop.

I want to be a man with you.

And I want to be a child for you.

To forgive, to embrace, to explore, to advance.

To serve, to worship, to multiply, to increase.

I want to take the biggest risk with you.

I want to find home In your arms.

I still will have my ego and pride.

I want to love you, till the end comes.

EVEN after death does us part.

As tears dropped off my eyes, his palms wiped my some part of face, while his lips soaked into mine; draining the tears that rolled down.

He took his lips off my mouth.

Happy Love day, baby.

Happy Valentine's to you Too, lover boy.

As I turned to grin, he twatched my sitzfleisch with intensity. I love you baby.

Oh naughty you!!!!....

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How can I forget you?

Yes, you!

You, my little grown orphan.

You, my broken single mother.

You, my torn widow/widower.

You, my friend, the prisoner.

You, my depressed friend.

You, my suicidal friend.

How can I forget You!!!.

I heard you also have been thinking about this fight between your family and poverty.

The admission you still seek.

The brokeness from your abuse.

The improper childhood.

The fact that your boo isn't your boo.

You, Oh you, poor barren woman, I know about you.

Also you, you who feel lost and purposeless.

Matching every hustle to be heard.

Because love is patient and kind, love yourself, you will find peace and purpose on your inside.

A miracle is coming to everyone of you.

I have given you my heart and prayers.

This season is bringing you smiles.

Oh, you writing? He questioned while he situatued himself above my head.

Yes baby, I am, I responded.

Okay, be quick, breakfast is ready and we have to be at the foster home, we only have two hours with them, he said as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

I love you baby, I will get ready.

Love you too, he nodded as he walked away.

Oh, tell everyone I said HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.