For those who cannot handle the clear and obvious sexual tension between these two being drawn to its obvious conclusion, there's the door.
The Poe sat in a bar, drinking a beverage consisting of sweat from the good people of a small tribe in Africa, and the tears of a South Asian newborn, (who would doubtless grow to be a good boy). Lethalnezzle gazed deep into the vessel of his ineptitude. He glanced up. The Poe met his eye. Poe threw a gang sign, his hands contortioned in an impossible way known only to those whose hands have masturbated to Tibetan throat singing. “Eh, what you playin’ at, mate?” says Lethal, standing to his feet. The Poe glances up with a smirk. “#Abstractqualities” he remarks. Lethal’s lip quivered before he could contain it. He overcompensated for the slip in his composure by making a hideous face. It was an intimidation technique taught to him by Ghostface himself. The Poe looked down, even he could not take the pure terror exhibited by Lethal. His face widened in shock at what he saw before him. He glanced back up to meet Lethal’s gaze. “I like your jumpsuit,” says The Poe. Lethal realized what had happened, and his intimidating ghost face dropped. The Poe stood to reveal his dazzlingly blue jumpsuit. Their outfits matched. Lethal was in shock, but knew what he must do. He invited Poe to his flat.
Poe entered behind Lethal, and was visibly disappointed at the lack of tribally sacrificed foreskins pinned to the walls. Lethal turned. “Wait right here,” he orders. When Lethal was out of sight, Poe set to work. He emptied his pockets of foreskins and begin stapling them to the walls. When he was finished, he fell to the floor shaking. He was having withdrawals, he had only heard fourteen albums that day. He crawled to Lethal’s records and put on Fela Kuti. He sighed in relief. Lethal returned. He was so nervous that he did not notice the foreskins stapled to the walls. He held one hand behind his back. He held a glock (author’s note: a glock is a gun I think). No one could match his style, no one. But as hard as he was (the hardest of the online community he frequented), he was frantically trying to think of another way. He did not want to kill. Suddenly, the thought came to him. “Oi, you! Want to get more comfortable?” he said. The Poe looked up. He nodded and began to strip. He was wearing nothing underneath. Lethal blushed, his face growing so tender that for once he actually looked like the type of person that enjoyed Belle and Sebastian. He forgot to even confiscate Poe’s blue jumpsuit before leaping upon him in fiery passion. Poe and Lethal spent the night in glorious lovemaking. And alas, they went on to have three beautiful children; Yourself, Geevy, and Shaniqua.
I take full responsibility for any repercussions resulting from this story of forbidden love.
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The Poe slipped his incredibly obscure cock into Nezzle's ripe, black anus.
"I've never felt anything like it!" Nezzle gasped. The Poe gripped his ebony lover from the scruff of the afro, and jerked his his head up to his lips and whispered: "neither has anyone". _________________ A dick that's bigger than the sun.
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