I need pleasure

In the coldest

Chi weather

Tickled by his feather

The real thing

Tough leather

Creating sexcapades

Deuces wild

An Ace and Spade


The color Jade

Reminiscing on stories played

As the music starts to fade

Our clothes are stripped away

But to scream to the heavens

Is a lovely price to pay

For this mundane slay.

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. ๐Ÿฆ‹โœจ

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