Worth

Dreams

That night I kicked backed and watched some regularly scheduled black television..aka Wild N' Out. It was the episode of the famously undersized comedian Kevin Hart verses the not so talented rapper Nick Cannon. This episode was too fucking funny but I had just took some Benadryl to knock my ass out. Next thing I know, I drifted into her abyss.. Candles lit on both sides of the bedroom and roses leading up to a queen size bed in the middle of a wooden floored room that was given more light from a dim chandelier. My eyes shifted towards a goddess covered in red lingerie with a pair of red pumps to match. She did the come here motion to grab my attention even further. I closed my eyes and got the best vision my life..a chocolate wonderland wanting me to come and lather her body with my fingers and my..I think I should stop right here, but I'm not. I'm going to inform you guys of my nickname, which is LT meaning Long Tongue. Like Bryson Tiller Don't ask me how I got it. She tasted like Hershey's and I mean she was sweeter than she looked. If I had diabetes I damn sure would've been dead from her. It was like I walked into the black sex reversed Chocolate factory, but she was the only thing on the market. Everybody wanted a piece of her, but she was going for me. And I damn sure was gon give her what she came for....