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It wasn't his hair as black and beautiful as Cleopatra Jones and not the long straight leanness of his youthful body nor his smile full of sly promises of "you know I love you baby". It was this listen, he ran down so so sweet and it was like damn this could be real and not a prelude to a groping match. I'm telling you what my heart needs to beat can you feel that? he could have been my main thing and the prospect was so overwhelming if not damning. I needed redemption could he be my savior dip me in the river baby and wash my sins away. The words he spoke so thick with honey dripping from every syllable. I wanted to envelope myself in that honey me looking like an Ohio Player album cover. Sweet sticky thing then he told me some of those pretty lies chocolate coated daggers I took with relish don't stop this suicide of sorts I'm dying inside anyway might as well keep my fairy tale in tact he took my hand and led me to his tarnished Eden. he, a fallen Adam me, his wary Eve.
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