"...don't call it a comeback, I been here for years....no really, I have...." --- Yours Truly
and I don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon.
Lovetron....Stardate 20100503
While on liberty I took a visit to see the Queen of 7186...nomenclature unnecessary. On my trip I found myself zoning out to Toni Braxton's You Mean the World to Me. Don't ask why, but the spaceship has been on a real R&B kick lately. I been scripting words venting out my feelings and vicious rants upon the advice of the council of Nebular681 (sex therapist with a mean fetish for fashionista) checking in with the Earth...hey we got a Black President....according to statistics, the Black President didn't go over to well in the movies (well the 5th Element was a total comedy)....China, Iceland, and quite a few other places are jacked up...Chili needs a man now? Damn, like who knew? Pepa? damn who knew? Shoulda came to Lovetron.
Back to the visit. After 36 hours at the weapons depot I needed to release. I filled myself with Orange kool aid and Coke soda as I headed on my journey. Didn't know what to expect sitting with Her Majesty. Over the 36, I caught a blip of her as I needed fuel to carry through the workday. By today, I was empty, and this visit would bring me back to F. Her voice is soothing, yet her strength is her eyes...easy to get lost in and the world around you can turn to black in an instant. As quick as her eyes can get you, her temper ain't to be fucked with. I tread on still water when I'm around her sometimes. My mouth can add fuel to a fire, and if she burning, I might as well have a damn jheri curl. Her smile let me know things were cool and we sat down...talked, and then I fucked up....
I looked dead in her eyes.
Looked and before you know it my lips were on hers....
The darkness around us, the mist of rain on a humid day....her breath on my neck...
damn it feels good on Lovetron.
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