Take advantage you young gorgeous soul
You're the perfect black life size ken doll that I've always wanted
Your skin feels like fresh warm sand when glazing my fingers. Your body hypnotizes my mind, releasing that dopamine into my brain , producing chemicals that drive my testicular functions insane
You make a great fuck and did I forget to mention that BIG-BLACK-MANS butt?
The rumors ? I heard they're true , black guys have big (YES MOM, oh sorry I thought you called me) including you?
Yes, you've won the golden keys to my kingdom
You are the true definition of a headless horseman
The beautiful image you shape coils deep in my mind
I forget that you have one of your own sometimes
You PROBABLY have brains behind that gorgeous set of pearls you call a smile
My tongue shivers up every time I lay eyes on your hypnotizing temple
You will forever be in my mind
Sincerely, your lover
P.S I will always be yours
Dear lover,
My tongue shivers up and jump offs a cliff every time I see headless horsemen like you
Somewhere in that cracked skeleton probably lies a Prince Charming but right now all I can envision is a senseless hyena who’s thirsty for action
Your disgusting , degrading, over-sexualizing words play on a cassette tape over and over again in my mind that I forget I have one of my own sometimes
I'm more than just a piece of meat you can pray on
I'm your favorite childhood puzzle and my body is the smallest to piece to it
Can't you see, that you and I could never be
Anything
Our planets just don't line up
I truly wish you the best of luck and if you ever find what you looking for
Take advantage
Sincerely,
just not your match
P.S Don't write back
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Javon Banks
Mr. Banks, an aspiring Arthur, who spends his time creating dystopian worlds and dope poems that promote positive change on world-wide views. Take a look for yourself...
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