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The Morning After

    

I laid back comfortably

in my futon pull out

as a 2 hour long phone convo

transcended into

an intensified heated episode

enjoyed talking to you

all became too real

as I entered your vacancy

felt as if we were mere souls

connecting....

nothing couldn't stop us

from what began as a simple hello

to a passionate cherry kiss

I can still taste your lips

assuming what lies

beneathe that summer undergarment

has its similarities

and while your fingers

travel upon my hardness

and my hands upon your breasts

it would only encourage

an awesome spectacle of black love

we kick poetic passion to each other

as the bedsheets ramble and scramble.....

scramble.....

scramble.....

scramble.....

    

*awakens in the diner*



WAITRESS: Sir, I'm asking you for the third time. Do you prefer scrambled eggs with grits or home fries?

ANT: OMG! Forgive me, m'am. I'm active, but my brain is in La-La land. lol.

WAITRESS: I see. And from the look on your face, I think you ALREADY had breakfast!!