Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here~Me & Her/She & I~
Me & her used to share space on sidewalks
talking to each other in chalk
hop scotch days started in orange mornings
and ended underneath deep indigo starry skies
that smiled us to sleep in dreams
our dreams were simple
...simply complex it seems
She & I used to cry
when Whoopie was separated
from her 'Color Purple' sista
and we laughed tears when
I ripped my Sunday school dress
she ripped hers on purpose
so we could match
Me & her used to share grape crush's
and 4th grade crushes
and lemonheads & red hots
from Mista Bob's corner store before school
we knew it was against the rules
crimson stained palms
had us caught -- red handed
& mama used daddy's belt & branded
both of us
'cuz our mothers had that trust
they gave each other permission
to use that 'mother's intuition'
so we didn't get away with SHIT!
at least not when we got caught
She & I shared hip-huggers and mid-drift tops
& we rocked baggy FUBU jeans & thongs
way before tha thong song came along
I read her my poetry
& she played in my words
she showed me her dreams
& I wanted them for her
more than she did sometimes
Me & her had secret signals
and code names at the club
S.O.S. eyes when macked out playa's
pitched 'you so sexy gurrrl' lines
with stank breath & gold teeth
she could show love or
spit fire with those eyes
~she was my idol~
& I taught her everything she knew
~I was her idol~
best friends
She & I shared secrets that I’ll
take to my grave
she got there before I did....
rsjsj
©the Mytsexxy/Sinsualmind Experience, all rights reserved
I really liked this, the way I seem to like all your poetry, which reminds me of hot days in the city, sometimes - the feel of concrete baking under my ass and the sounds of a thousand people milling about. That's the flavor I take away from your poems.
a wonderful picture, so vivid, so caring, you can feel the bond between you.
Some very clever rhymes, and internal stuff going on.
( caught red handed was great)
and the " street" style doesn't detract from it at all.
It's smart and funny and touching.
You have a lot of potential.
I hope you stick around and show us what you can do.
Thank you