Jamal told me I was the
strongest person
he had ever met,
then kissed my neck
and burned his lips
from bitter sweat
then kissed my ears
and burned his lips
from what he heard,
then kissed my thigh
knowing it would get me high,
and make me forget
those eyes that pressed brusies
above my head
on my chest
under my belly.
Those eyes I've wished dead.
Then Jamal will own them
like they all have before,
then kiss my eyes
and burn his lips
from what he will see.
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2 comments:
B.QuAD....
I Love this...
I feel like I was in this situation, emotionally...with someone of that same namesake...funny how things play out....the message...inspires me to tell my own Jamal story...
:) thanx quad
i say do it...
that's why i wrote this one but in my case the name was random lol
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