About Love And War

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We stay on the front lines yeah but we're still here after the bomb drops
We go so hard we lose control
The fire starts then we explode
When the smoke clears we dry our tears only in love and war.

There she was posted by the bar, chilling, sipping on her third Long Island Iced Tea when she noticed him. The club was packed and overflowing with people, but somehow their eyes still met. Mailani with her pouty pink lips wrapped around the thin black straws in her drink, watched as he and his crew came bouncing through the door and took over the spot. Everbody in the club, even the most known players and hustlers wanted to show them love.

The whole squad was donned in designer clothing. From the dip in their walk, to the killer instinct in their eyes. Mailani could tell they were some trap by day, play all night, go getting ass niggas. But one out of the whole crew stood out the most. There was a confidence about him that reminded her of the actor Lance Gross. She could tell by the style in his walk that he knew he was the shit. Hell, she couldn't even front, dude had her open.

He reminded her of a six foot three west African god. His skin was the shade of rich, smooth dark chocolate. His eyes were what drew her to him the most. They were shaped like diamonds and were somewhat intimidating. A trimmed goatee outlined his full lips which were begging to be licked. Smooth, spinning waves, with a lining so precise it resembled a work of art caused the lip of her pussy to coat with cream.

Should i continue???
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