❛. 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝑴 ⸻ ᴛᴜᴘᴀᴄ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴜʀ . ❜

⋆┊❛𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙀𝙈𝙎❜┊⋆

August 26, 1993
Brooklyn Ny
St James place

When I woke up, I was happy so happy that I had a gift in the mail and that was from someone who was on my mind during the hours. Tupac, Pac, Shakur so many names I referred to him as. He was like a radical of my emotions when it came to stuff like this. He was the journal of my selection. Maybe just like I was to him in a way. His poems or his letter may I say, were something. That's why I called him a selection in my journal because he spoke in a way, a guy has never spoken to me before. Some of the letters were romantic others dirty I suppose but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

I chuckled like a middle school girl as I was in my bed. It was the weekend, a morning of a Friday, we got mail today and well, my journal of selection wrote to me, oh he wrote to me in a way.

I hope you don't think 𓁺 forgot that passionate letter you sent me...? here's my reply.

U ever been tied up and blindfolded, stripped naked, and washed from head to tie in a bubble bath? Ever been oiled down and massaged to the sounds of slow sensual music? Ever been tied to a bedpost and licked like a lollipop? Ever been fucked so hard by a nigga that u get to shaking and quivering? Ever had the taste sucked from your mouth taken thru 12 positions of lovemaking so thoroughly that you are too tired to shower or get dress? Ever been touched with the masculine of a nigga with nothing 2 close do you know what a nigga can do with a cucumber, some baby oil, and full pack of condoms? Ever sucked on a niggas manhood while he pulled softly on your hair? Ever had a nigga slide his manhood through the middle of your beautiful breast? Ever C what a nigga could do with a tray of ice and some honey. While lante of course you would know, because 𓁺 explored every part of you. No nigga could ever have you do the things I could and fantasize about doing.