Didn’t I…

Dorando

I

He wasn’t appreciated much
most artist ain’t.
With his fur collar, pimp stroll—
hair slick back
smooth mouth…know how make yo hips move
put you in a mood,
where you don’t wanna to get out of yo feelings.

 

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Come love, and let this journey of

o
u
r

love

take

flight so even the

gods

could envy us.