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Making Myesha Weak
Hoop Star Honey
The Kappa Sweetheart Dance is filled with a plethora of bambies, gazels, and lionesses alike. My mouth waters at a ballroom filled with the most gorgeous sistas assembled in the Tri-State area. All dressed to impress for their coronation.
I’m in my Kade mode, telling a story when I feel a tug at my blazer. I turn to find a cute wide eyed bambi, walking right up to the mean ole wolf unafraid.
She’s wearing a shiny, silver cocktail dress. Silky, milk chocolate skin with a smile that could melt the heart of a heartbreaker.
Her most alluring feature: luscious succulent lips that produce a Scarlett O’Hara southern belle accent.
But I digress.
“Hey Kade.”
“Hey there darlin, aren’t you a vision of loveliness?”
“Why thank you fine sir, please to make your acquaintance: I’m Myesha.”
“Miss Myesha, are you having fun yet?”
“Not until this moment, it’s been rather boring.”
“Boo, I hope to bring some fun and excitement to your evening.”
She smiles and asks.
“What do you have in mind?”
At that very moment, the lights go down and a slow song begins.
