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Our Star-Crossed Love
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Their smiles illuminate the darkest places of my soul. The sounds of their laughter turn my showers to sunshine. One chocolate, the other vanilla, the taste of their kisses orgasmic igniting all my senses.
Her brown coco skin and black curly hair with ebony eyes that twinkle, offering a loving stare.
Her long blonde locks and pacific blue eyes are more mesmerizing than a high noon solar eclipse.
My tortured soul deserves neither so says societal norms. However, the gods have spoken, blessing me with both.
Lucifer waits in the corner smiling, knowing our star-crossed love is doomed.
The hypocrites use the hippocratic oath to tell only their truths.
When holding each close she melts in my arms as if I’m the only one capable of providing nourishment to feed love-starved souls.
How can it be wrong when a kiss from each confirms the love of both?
Each is exceptionally exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful, and deserving of monogamous care.
Am I selfish? Is it possible for one to love two or two to love one? Are the polygamists correct? Are the Christians?
Answers may come from the more evolved. I but a Neanderthal understanding only basic…
