I’ll never say I’m a lesbian
But I’ll eat you til the morning comes like it’s the only pussy I’ve ever known
He misses it
She misses it
Here I am selfish
Sexually free tackling implosion
Riding him til my woman hood explodes
Riding her tongue curling to every curve
There’s no confusion in the wicked game of lust
There’s no wins in savoring every lick and thrust
Kissing a woman you feel her soul rise
Kiss a man and you’ll feel his dick rise
Creating soul ties was a blemish pasted under lies
There were no conjugal visits for the prisoners
Semantics cemented everything isn’t equipped with definition
The fight was rearranged with every inquiring curiosity
Leaving imprints on every bed sheet melanin magic dripped on
The unique derivative was a language of its own work
The composition presented weakness in explanation
To feel presents understanding incapable of presentation.
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