The Blueprint To Love

by T'Lyn

For with God, nothing will be impossible.

Luke 1:37

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when she take them clothes off and you hit with the smell of rotten eggs and gunshot residue. I love you.”

“Damn, so you tryna hit your boss’s daughter?” “Bye, nigga.”

“Okay, Bob the Builder.”

“I have actually,” she mumbled. “I’ve been on my knees begging and pleading with him more than a hoe trying to meet her quota for her pimp.” “That’s the worst metaphor you could have come up with.” I frowned.

“Oh she ain’t got Bishop’s dick down her throat so she can talk to you now, bro.” Smoke tapped me. “These hoes, boy I tell you.”