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Letter to My Lover Ann

Biade Fola writes a love letter in this piece. He digs deep into the desires of his heart, the unreturned love, and the fantasies. Enjoy.

Biade Fola writes a love letter in this piece. He digs deep into the desires of his heart, the unreturned love, and the fantasies. Enjoy.

Letter to My Lover Ann

Dear Ann,

It’s me Stan, Hope you got my message the last time;

Just so you know I still remain a huge fan;

Love letter

Confession time, I think I’m in love with you;

Okay, I think you already knew;

I know it means nothing to you;

I am the only one acting like it’s something real;

I am supposed to man up and stop acting like a fool;

I am supposed to be a real G, Nothing about being sissy;

 

Real Gee- About that life, I used to be real classy;

My bitches used to carry yellow skin and fat asses;

I messed that up, now my swag really do need some stitches;

 

My kind don’t fall in love, that’s what I told myself;

But damn, you showed up, slim, black and all set;

Amazing skin, lips of a goddess;

Ann, you’re all about being flawless;

Your smile girl, that would turn Lucifer himself to a saint;

Before I knew it I love you a hundred percent;

But oops, you’re having none of that shit;

 

You’d fall in love but the man hasn’t shown up;

Let her see that man in me, I pray oh lord;

I love you is what I say but I need to show more;

 

I never been here before, it’s so tough;

Winners don’t quit, that’s why I’m trying to man up;

Maybe I need God to forgive me for the sexy things I think about you;

But I won’t forgive myself if I go without you;

 

You’re the definition of black beauty;

Your eyes, your nose, your smile- damn pretty;

You are the perfect model for brain and beauty;

You’re my Miss universe, your crown has turn to gold;

My life revolves around your world from coast to coast;

Ama Silence humility, with you I’m going to boast;

 

I have these crazy things roaring in my head;

But oops you’re not giving me the go ahead;

Ama put the present behind, and the future ahead;

I believe our future is cute, just like you

Even if now is not so cool, ama hold on to that belief.

One ay will come, Ann, you will call me your boo

Yours affectionately, Stan.

Love Letter to My Lover Ann

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