Joined at the spine

Together bending time

Fast forward

No rewind

We allow things to die

No overkill of sunshine

Fluidly in line

Moving slow and fine

How gracefully I whine

When his eyes connect to mine

Stare at me through the night

Our tongues begin to fight

Almost had to bite

But a small nibble

Would suffice

Romanced out my pants

Too hard to try to stand

On his lap I joyfully land

On my wish list


Is this man.

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. 🦋✨

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