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The Honeymoon Suite
My Amazon Queen
We walk into the lobby of the hotel. The clerk at the counter is a young black girl and has a smile for us as we approach. I have my arm around her shoulder. Amber has her arms around my waist. Evidently, we are both glowing.
“Excuse me but y’all look alike,” the hotel clerk says.
“Aww, thank you,” Amber says. “He isn’t my brother, but the love of my life.”
“You are sweet darlin. The HoneyMoon suite for the Kincaids.” I say.
“Are you guys newlyweds?”
“Not legally, but spiritually,” I reply.
We make it to our suite.
The queen and I grew up making love to each other in small tight places. Our love was forbidden by her preacher father once he got wind of our glorious prom night at the Big Horn Motel in our hometown.
How were we to know one of the maids was a member of his church and dimed us out? We were not deterred. I would willingly risk life and limb just to kiss her lips.
Her dad is supposed to be a man of God but has made unholy veiled threats towards me to stay away from his only daughter. I’m a hood nigga from Ledbetter road. Fear isn’t part of my DNA.
But I digress.
