Saint and the Queen

by Desiree .

“That is the true magic…right there. You just have to believe it's real…that spell is you and the Saint…and you’re casting it on every little black boy and girl in the world. The more you two fall in love, and care, and feel…the more it spreads to everyone else…Christmas becomes alive and well…presents are filled, trees are full…and everyone is merry.”

“CLEAR THE STREETS! IF I SEE ONE CAR OR BODY WHILE MY QUEEN IS ON THE MOVE! I WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE! LITERALLY!”

don’t know but…” cupping his mouth, “IF I CATCH ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHAFUCKAS WATCHING ME AND MY WIFE MAKE LOVE!” “Oh!” I gasped with embarrassment while trying not to laugh. “Keen–––” “I’m serious, that shit is weird as fuck–––I WILL SET THIS WHOLE SHIT ON FIRE! WE ALL GONE BE IN WINTER HELL IN THIS BITCH!”

“I just…What if this is some dream…What if none of this is real?” “Then when I wake up, I’ma find you,”

“And I’ma be like yo Mama, beating down yo door telling you about this magical ass place with perverted Elves who like watching people fuck around…”

“And I’ma tell you I’m Santa but I don’t deliver gifts or anything. I just…be in love with my wife…doing husband things…and spreading joy to kids and stuff like that. You’ll call me crazy and probably kick me out.”

“You had sex with me one time and now it's a fantasy,” he said, laying back down beside me. “Wheeeew…I know my shit is good but I was laying it down like that?

Lmao

“Had to get Mama right before she meet this nigga Charles. Told her she gotta come correct,” Keenan said with a proud grin. “You ain’t tell me she could cook…we gon’ have to share her now.”