Aharlemlovestory - A Harlem Love Story

Those lonely nights and the heartache. Tears spilling on silk pillow cases releasing you but leaving traces of you at the same time...

A New York Love Story Part 2 cont...

He would create the nicest plate settings. Red ceramic apple plates with sterling silver Harchow flatware and Crystal Classic wine glasses with twenty four caret gold rims filled with the sweetest sangria by Madria . You lit the place with three red currant Prize candles simply enthralling. Sounds of Dizzy Gillespie’s ‘my heart belongs to daddy’ flowed through the speakers giving the moment pure bliss. Seated directly in front of me I couldn’t help but to stare into his pretty brown eyes and admire the ceaser cut he had received earlier in the day, his brush waves were deep like the ocean on a hot humid day. It was at that moment when he leaned in touching my face with a sweet soft caress speaking to my heart with his eyes. We ate the delightful meal holding intimate conversations about any and everything. With the table all cleared and the speakers spilling out my favorite song of all time Mint Condition’s 'You send me swingin’ we slow danced with our bodies so close my pelvis felt like it was molded into his grinding slowly. French kisses letting our tongues take control of the moment. Gently he began to remove my Crooks and Castle tunic exposing my red La Pearla bra which my size 34 C titties sat up perfectly in. Moving his kisses from my lips to my neck licking and kissing me so soft my heart melted. Removing my bra admiring the hardness of my nipples shaped like chocolate Hershey kisses. He went in. Sucking them uncontrollably my panties began to fill with the sweet necture of my pussy juices I yearned for more. Soft uncontrollable moans released from my lips as he lift my body onto the mahogany kitchen table removing my dark wash skinny Nudie jeans followed by taking off my matching red La Pearla panties. Diving right in kissing my precious pearl clit then licking the sweet nectar I moaned in pure extasy and began moving my pelvis up and down sexing his face. Sucking my clit harder and placed his tongue directly into the cave of my pussy moving it in and out. Enjoying the pleasures of his tongue the feeling began to increasingly get stronger and my legs began to shake forcing out a full eruption of cum into his mouth, I watched as he swallowed my love.

Please tell me this love that we share doesn’t have an expiration date

“He says ever since the break up he wakes up hating me some mornings just knowing I won’t allow myself to love him anymore. He just doesn’t know the consequences I face by choosing me over us is more than just internal heart ache and pain… I’m hurting more than my silent mouth will allow me to tell”

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Wading in the oceans waves but I’m done waiting for you. Full of regrets wasting time when I know it’s only of the essence but I’ve invested more than a couple of seconds on you. We’re you wading and waiting for me? Maybe the connection isn’t connecting because your lost at sea. Sailing away while I’m wasting away wasting yet another day. I’m all souled out because for you I sold out. Morals and values gone doing things I can’t go home and be proud of. Fornication while on vacation when I know I deserved the jewel of a diamond before I unleashed my jewel, my precious pearl. Cold nights and you shattered my world but I can’t let you be the last thing on my mind and I’m a fool expressing my passion and pain in poetry all for you nah this time it’s for me. I’m more than that ordinary love and I can’t be taken for granted but why must your waves reverberate leaving me tossing and turning in the heat of the night it’s another ambien night.

Ambien Night’s part 2