I’m not half the woman for you
Baby I’m whole
They say milk does the body good
Yet there’s no technique when tapping into my frequency
My authenticity is rambunctious
Carefully treading thin in your waters
I adore the eternity of the ocean
Exposing me subtly sipping your potion
I’ll play tug of war in your empty spaces
Getting crowded in your walls
Smothered faces
Tug of war grew extinct and existential
Oxymoronic tempers calmed in your presence
Antique love
Millennial quests
Treading poems with my tongue over your breasts
Feel me like magic
Amazed with my nutrients
I can multiply our passion like a mother fucker
Causing disarray in your garden
I’m not to be played with
Unless you toy with the torment
Breaking barricades with exquisite patriarchal talents
I pledged my allegiance to your grace
Giving thanks and honor without chasm
Baby come here and stop playing.
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