vincent armone - 23 - 41

I am married.
she has a boy freind.
I am white
she is black.
we work together.
she has been over my house for parties
at work one day.
alone in store room.
I just put my arm around her waist, and kissed her.
she didnt yell, she did not fight, she was not mad, she was not stunned.
our lips bonded, softly moving.
then parted.
looked in each others eyes. and we knew.
I am married white and 41
she is black 23 and has a boyfreind.
that was the only time we embraced.
and that was fine with both of us.
because you dont want to ruin
perfection.

vincent armone

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