Page 82 of The Love of Priest

Keep love new, exciting and just a little bit wild.

It doesn't hurt to go that extra mile;

Finding new ways to make him smile.

Keep it sexy but devout.

Because without a doubt

He wants to be proud when he takes you out.

Don't forget about you, never let yourself go

Love yourself, and he will love you too.

Don't smother him please, just let him breathe.

The tighter you hold on, the faster he will leave.

And when you love him, love him all the way down,

Don't be afraid to explore him pound for pound.

If you don't keep it a constant thrill,

Please believe me the next chick will.

Be patient, keep it real and demand respect.

And a wonderful black king is what you will get.

Show him your pride

Stand by his side.

Let God be your guide

And love will abide."

The words of the poem left everyone in awe, and it brought some light and laughter within the room. It helped lighten the atmosphere from the heavy conversation the last poet left behind. Priest was pleased, and he couldn't help but feel as if the poem brought everything together in his head and heart.

The audience clapped and cheered for Britain as she took her exit off the stage. Priest met her at the stage exit, and she fell right into his arms. He secured his arms around her tightly, craning down and kissing her lips.

Once he pulled away, he peered down at her with a smirk plastered across his face. "I love you too, Gioia."

ChapterTwenty-Three

Priest's gaitout of the courtroom was being analyzed by many. He played it cool despite being completely annoyed with the fact that they were set on another two-week continuation. The tug of war in this trial was beginning to run him thin. Priest wanted everything to flow consecutively, but it seemed like it may never be that way.

As always, trailing behind him was J'Ru and Sylvia. Like any other time, questions went unanswered as his wall of security detail was built around them. Reporters swarmed the premises of the courthouse in hopes of getting the chance of hearing Priest speak again. Whenever he did say something, it was always for the books. After Britain's first article had gotten published byThe Times, New York as a whole began viewing Priest differently. News chains began using the same wordplay Britain had utilized when it came to describing how well-spoken and intelligent he was. It was funny to him that one big news chain finding it unnecessary to demonize him caused all the others to feel like it would be best to back off.Priest realized that he was never really a problem; the media was.

J'Ru and Priest shared a hug so they could get into their respective SUVs to head their separate ways. "Hit me whenever you need something, bro," J'Ru reminded Priest.

"Always," Priest said before thanking him for the support.

Priest then averted his attention to his mother, who he gave a simple kiss on the cheek before seeing her to her SUV. He always made sure he was the last to get into his car just to ensure the safety of his mother and J'Ru. The line consisted of five SUVs, Priest's always being in the center. Getting into his respective car with the security of Cyro, Priest thanked him before he shut the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relaxation as he sank into the vehicle’s plush seats. From the other side of the door, he could hear the reporters crowding the vehicle, but Cyro kept them at a clear distance. The flashes of the cameras peaked through the window, causing Priest to slightly turn away just in case they could get a few shots of him.

To the left of him, Britain sat with her sunglasses on in hopes of preventing the flashing cameras from stinging her eyes. This had become the usual now. She made sure to leave a few minutes before Priest and was ushered to the car by Cyro. She remained unseen, unheard and safe whenever she was with Priest after a day of trial.

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