Interracial Misunderstanding
I began caressing her soft, sweet, chocolate skin.
"You're like a brother to me," she said,
"This has got to stop happening."
"Are you saying," I asked,
"that I make love to you like a black man?"
"Not that kind of brother," she said, "you freaking moron."
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2015
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