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thewordzwithin
Darnell Brown
United States, De, Claymont

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Untitled V.2.0 (Regrets)

It's been three years in hereAnd yet...I still find myself thinking of youI yearn for your precious face to run wild through my dreams once againJust one more taste of those soft, delicate lips I treasured so muchI lie in bed remembering how you loved it when I touchedEach and every inch of your bodyFrom your tender lipsTo your delicate neckYou laid there wondering what I was going to do nextI unbuttoned your shirt and revealde the beauty withinSoftly kissed your chestAnd slowly started to decendYou kicked off your shoesAnd I removed your pants I started to kiss your stomachBut it seemed to put you in a tranceI stopped and asked, "Are you alright?"And then you assured me that this was going to last all nightI kissed on your thigh And everywhere else inbetweenJust enough to make you moanBut not enough to make you screamEvery moment after that was spent inside of you I left the blinds open so the neighbors could get a clear viewOf the beautiful woman I had next to meThe only time I ever tried extasyWe relived everyone of our fantasies that nightUntil...I saw someone downstairs turn on the lightWe both jumped out of bed and put on our clothesI asked, "Who's that?"And you said, "Who knows"By the time I put on my shoesIt was too lateI didn't know it thenBut the man who came through that door was going to decide my fateI looked at his face and...Something seemed familiarI looked at a picture of you on the wall and thought"Why do they look so similar?"With shock and disbelief in his breathHe asked how old I wasAt first I wondered if it matteredThen I realized why it doesHe told me he was you father...And that you were only sixteenAnd within an instantMy freedom became nothing more than a dream(Just a note, I know you may already know but I have to say it: this is just a story, you know creative writing. This really didn't happen. I mean it happened to R. Kelly, just not to me.)

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