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Prose/Lovestory/Black Love
Kia Is My God
Flesh & Blood
How am I supposed to trust an invisible spirit floating in the sky? A figment of some bygone Sage’s fantasy.
Kia Is My God.
She isn’t a figment of my imagination but my manifest destination. A journey that ends when I lay between her legs. For between them lies a portal to unimagined pleasures of the flesh.
Kia Is My God
Jesus isn’t my Savior. Never saw him once in the hood when I was being molested by an older girl cousin. Kia is my Savior, saving me from a tormentor worse than Lucifer’s spawn.
Kia Is My God
When you originate from the Trap, we only believe in what we see and touch. Kia is real flesh and blood. The smell of her skin. The taste of her lips. The touch of her flower. She is my reality.
Kia Is My God
She isn’t a dream that requires blind faith. Kia only requires me to be faithful for a lifetime of love. An intimacy that mere mortals will never understand. Hers is a religion I blindly follow.
Kia Is My God
I worship every inch of a heavenly body. One look ignites the fire within, a flame hotter than the depths of Hades. Her body heats as she climaxes with sweat…
