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EXTRA! EXTRA!

No pictures please,

my Passionate Paparazzi.

This is an exclusive!

From me to you.

Hot Pressed!

exclusively for you.

A private interview…

from my mouth to yours.

Intimate expressions.

Don’t break my heart

by rehearsing lines.

Erase posted snapshots

that preceded me.

Relax.

We’ll be just fine.

This is an exclusive!

Can you handle it?

Don’t misquote my affections.

I’m fragile. Just like you.

THIS interview isn’t broadcast news.

Don’t over-dramatize the headlines.

Stop!

Don’t be misled about what I said;

No more manipulating lines.

Don’t play with my mind.

Respect this gift. The present.

It’s ALL good.

We’ll be just fine.

You’re exposed to DAILY NEWS…

daily.

Many articles delivered to your stoop.

Some

move you,

some

written for you,

yet, when it’s all said and done,

if you pen your own biography,

and read beyond the hieroglyphs on the wall,

you just may receive the Pulitzer Prize

of your destiny, ME.

so… Relax.

Tis all good.

We use recyclable materials.

This is an exclusive!

Hot Pressed Exchanges.

You and me.

Me, your Intimate Informant.

You, my Passionate Paparazzi.

Don’t expose ALL your sources!

Your freelance advances become obvious.

This is an EXCLUSIVE!

That’s right.

IS that right?

Do I dare ask for references?

Will you exploit MY credentials?

Confidentially,

my raw materials are not recyclable

if you trash them.

Confidentially,

I can be…

exclusively yours.

But what’s in it for me?

No other media has to be invited.

but…

Is this expose’ solely focused on me,

priority, as promised?

It’s all good.

We’re good. Chosen.

Golden.

This interview

is exclusively yours

if you want it to be.

If your credibility is credible.

I’ve reviewed your profile;

and uncovered, sensual readings,

adulations, celebrations published,

celebrating occasionally

another.

Relax.

I can see.

I read too.

I read through you

to read me.

It’s all good.

Or at least, it will be.

This interview

is exclusively yours

for the taking.

Now take your literary versatility

to new levels.

Can you handle that?

Can you handle reading me?

Can you handle limits?

Limited literary regard to one periodical, one magazine? News-worthy?

Read between the lines.

Have you read the bi-lines?

New and Improved,

this exclusive can be so much better.

Binding.

Tight.

Texturized.

Is that right?

Just right.

Write about love, Love.

Express real feelings.

Truth. Real Talk. True reads.

Speaking truth won’t

exaggerate youth nor emphasize maturity.

I love to read.

I love to read you.

Exclusively.

Exclusively?

Hmmm.

Exquisite.

You’re an astounding author.

But can you handle this?

Is your writing ability freelanced

or contracted?

Don’t lie to me.

Don’t lie to yourself.

No pictures please.

I can’t stand to look at you.

The snapshot is reflecting me.

This interview has 2 directions.

Can you handle that?

Is it good to you?

Is it good for you?

Let me tell you something…

I love to read you,

However,

my eyes are mine.

Wide Open.

My mind is fine.

My words, sublime, Lover.

Let’s talk about love.

Exclusively.

So…

You read me, and you love it.

One good. The other, no better.

I love to read you Love.

Newspapers. Magazines.

I prefer hardcopies.

Is this interview over?

Are we going there again,

over and over… again?

I WANT to give you my exclusive.

I don’t need to be headline news.

Do I want to be?

Hmmm.

This is solely for you.

Your interview.

Yours and mine.

Nothing to play out on front pages.

Investing vignettes of Her-story

in stages. His-story. Phases.

Pictorials enraging envious editorials.

Dubious claims slander chances

of romantic exchanges.

No thank you. No comment.

I don’t need to be headline news

nor the muse that you write to.

Do I want to be?

Hmmm.

I want you to want me to be…

your Exclusive Interviewee.

So you want my exclusive?

So you want to interview me…

Exclusively…

Is that right?

Let me tell you something…

Here’s the deal…

Here’s MY statement…

“My blessed sacrament etched within

sound orifices make critical, controversial declarations written in

Sweet And Fruity sauce;

inks of loving libations.”

It is not released publicly to the mass media.

This is exclusive to you.

Hot Pressed Baby.

Don’t you get it!

Intimate Expressions.

A Private Interview,

exclusively for you.

So there it goes, catch it!

I can throw it back, again,

or release it, my friend.

However,

Here’s the deal:

POST NO BILLS!

I don’t need the top spot, Love; just LOVE.

Love me hard, covering me like a blanket, a garment, a comforter, protected

from the outside,

inside,

sweet, tender, nourishing, juicy,

like Honey Dew,

fluid, thick, soft, warm, satisfyingly tasty

like Honey Buns

stuck to the roof of your mouth,

melting in mine.

So…

No pictures Love!

I’m camera shy.

One minute shy of crying…

“Goodbye, this interview is over.”

Do you have time?

Can you give me a moment of your time,

undivided?

Can you do that for me?

I have a question for you…

What makes me so beautiful to you?

Why am I so interesting?

Why do I intrigue you?

Answer me poetically
as my heart sings to your muse.
Tell me what u see in me,
in my soul, in my heart
and the qualities that made u choose… ME.
What makes me so beautiful?

Can you answer that…?

Truthfully? Faithfully?

ON or OFF the record?

You see,

This is a blend of news worthy

whispers exclusively for you,

my friend.

So here’s the deal,

Love me

like I love you

and…

BETTER.

Can you do that for me?

Then…

I promise you.

I’ll exclusively be

your Lover.

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