Borders were meant to be crossed
Migrating through your waters
Was an ambitious voyage to treasure
Every island christened by glam
Filling your foyers
Opening every cupboard
The shelves could never be barren in this partnership
Queens were the worshipped game board piece
Wrapped in the peace of you
Woman crushes of ambiguity outstood juvial notions
Promoting private parties meant we owned the floor for dancing
Prancing as the crowd scurried in endowed
Eyes fixated with brows arched our way
Deploring anxieties wicked mind games
Stampeding every sign of caution
I welcomed being lost in your direction
You were the coroner declaring previous chapters deceased
The autopsy read as wicked deaths
Incapable losses without egregious components
The present left sexual deviants in jealousy
You were the spark to my internal ignitions
Whispering to my dreams
Please let this moment become reality
Mrs of my desire
You are the flame, fire, wick, and fuse
I'd tickle the fickle tick until this bomb explodes with you
A firework session
In position of dispositioning independence
The only rendition of completance
Presuming the conclusion of inclusive beginnings
I'll kiss away every tear
Reparation was merely a figment of promise
Compromising to bare my deepest waters for your scrimmage
Championship chambers awaited to nurture
You are the most valuable never mistaken as simplified possession
The chasm spoke to the charm of your curves
My emotions unnerved
Swerving into your lane with intention
Combating excluded religions
Still claiming H.E.R. as the blessing.
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