it started with a kiss. the magnetic brush of skin eclectic and euphoric magnetic folds of lips encompassed in shallow tongue swirling in the this and that of what annunciation  and mispronounced vowels stuttered from the aftershock of what just occurred. it started innocent. fresh and virgin white clinging to dewy rain and barefoot sensations of raw earth and untouched centers. what became more than  the silken cherry burst with intricate feelings reserved for magical lovers and the anonymity of superiority of what shared becomes re-lived in past memories re-told. it began sweet. the dulce of the leche goodness frothed over from bubbling temperatures rising to the core beads of sweat tickling the inner folds and untouched regions upon the nape of the neck crawling to the curvature of the spine enlongating the time where your finger caresses the newness of what what supposed to be clueless after-glowing of what i told him he gave me. but he did not. this ...

karma, you're a bitch. i'm sure i'm not the first to tell you. here i am, minding my business (years later) and i get the biggest bite on my ass that led me to a lesson on life, a good "how to." look, i know i ain't the best person in the world and i got a lot coming to me. sure, i did my part to heart break and i paid the price to fight the demons which plague me so i see that is no definite need to come back vengeful, in a form of haste, spitting hate upon wounds that are not so new. blame it entirely on the universe, but karma ain't got no explaining to do. i suspect i had this coming to me as well as the thief in the night. i am damn well gonna die and pay taxes and take a couple of them losses within a fight. i been banged up and mishandled so i dished it where i took it afraid of not seeing the next day, dawn awakens with colorful hues- knocked down on my ass again/pull up by the bootstraps cause clouds awaken the storm on th...