Damnit

So today I realized that my arms are indeed just to

damn short to box with God, I mean the

motherfuckas are to tired to continue to try and

knock what I assume may be a little bit of sense into

him. So I will have to be content with going thur the

continuous trials of tribulations that haunt me.

(Well acutally realized this last week, today i was just reminded.)

This is the last

I said I was through but yet and still I'm standing here feet on cold tile bare chest and black boxer briefs that you love to see me in staring blank faced into your bathroom mirror and silently chanting my "this is the last" affirmation.

And for a split second I actually believe it

Then it hits me that I will have many more lonely nights and will fall victim to your pictures on my aim screen that says your available and I will type those fatal words would you like company and its that sure that pops on my screen that makes the corners of my lips curve and puts more pep in my step then a gay man in a room full of dicks, a fashionista in a Nordstrom's half yearly sale, and a child in FAO Swhartz toy store.

And I will be at your house in less then 20 min after showering, oiling, and putting on your favorite black boxer briefs and Yves Saint Laurent Cologne will accompany my fresh shower scent.

And when I arrive you'll meet me at the door with an devilish grin that will let me know that we both know what going down.

And as I follow you every excuse to leave will attempt to escape my mouth, but that second mind of my won't even think of letting it happen.

And as we make way to your room hushed stepped so we don't wake your roomie I see my last chance to turn and leave at the thresh hold of your door I ignore it and cross the point of only the A.M. return.

We'll sit and take each other in and in little over ten minutes we will be two bodies intertwined in a ocean of sheets and Donny Hathaway's song for you will illustrate what I thought were your feeling.

And after I cum I catch my breath.

I will put my black boxer briefs that you love so much back on and head to the bathroom.

And I will stand there feet on cold tile bare chest and black boxer briefs that you love to see me in staring blank face into your bathroom mirror...

And I will began to vigorously affirm THIS IS THE LAST

...words such as I Love You

were just tactics for the next setup

the blow to the head or was it just the head

I thought it was her way of giving me herself

but in her eyes it was just a mouth and a dick

I mean I would express my love for her through poems

her pencil, my tongue

my paper, her clit

I would create never ending stances

and she would beg of me to write in cursive for standers werent enough

I would oblige

and when I doted my last i she would speak languages of every hue

but I could’t translate

they were from another time

and I …

She

As my tongue and fingers painted pictures with her love, she wrote sermons on the small of my neck and prayed to the most high that he would continue to bless me with the creativity and inspiration to continue painting. And upon finishing my masterpiece I thanked her for allowing me to worship in her temple for it was a blessing to experience her service. I then proceeded to sacrifice an offering of my manhood, in hopes that she would be pleased. And upon completion of my offering she told me that I was blessed and highly favored and that I had ushered her into other realms, she had seen heavens gardens and her essence had experienced orbits. She then told me it was time to attend to the word, a ministry that was solely based on the purity of our conversation. As we read each other and spoke life it all became clear..............She was god