Kisses From a Religious Con-Man
a transcultural talented conman
with red ruby lips, that could make any developed woman cry
kisses that, more than could blow the mind
payed for in Abrahamic religionist gold
kissed me only to tear at my unknowing soul
i (I) kissed a hired dick with no morality, to bee (be) in hand
and he touched me like i was a new religious chocolate
i kiss a handy con-man
with skin as brown as tea
he made me feel i could be
beautify, black candy, appropriately me
and i learned that the world
will come at you with implied, dick in hand
so i kissed a handy symbols of a devote man
who was hired, to play me, like
i was a American ethic vocation band!
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2012
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