Mr. Book Smart is a lover never a fighter. Unless it has to do with Black Power. I remember lusting for him at a local university and always loved are little conversations in the morning. When it finally came for own first sincere date, he commented on my attire. I was wearing a form fitting stripped dress and open toed shoes. I just got done with a birthday photo shoot. We met outside of a local coffee shop but soon went to a bakery for desserts instead.
He is beautiful. He is an almond complexion , 6'3, and black rimmed glasses man that always turn me on. He was my Malcom X of 2013, and I was ready to flirt on our lunch date. He paid for my cake which was a suprise because we never agree on such. I ate cake while he asked questions about my physique, school, and work. I eventually got up the courage to finally kiss him on the lips when I referenced the kiss from "They're Eyes We're Watching God". I got up and sat in his lap, then planted a kiss on his milky smooth lips. I adored him. I loved the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion. He was a poet and worked at a museum so he was always good on his feet, and apparently off as well. We ended our date in a hug and a line of "we'll stay in touch". But overall we don't. He's building his future and a relationship is the further's thing from his mind. But I will always have his soulful kiss two days before my birthday. It was one of the best gifts I ever received. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English.
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