Can I undress you?

Nakedly I seem to get you

Your physique

I can’t forget

Just the body I love to look into

Scrolling through his anatomy


It’s like he’s trapping me

His body

A vivid map to me

His bone and meat

I eat feast off rapidly

This kinda sound like a rap to me


Stand up and clap for me

Melodic moans

His foot he taps for me


Boy where you at with me?

Drop his Polos

He does that happily

So exhausted

Finally he naps with me

Hurricane Irma

Eye of the storm

He’s swooned and wrapped

On my forms

Not even physical

Mental porn

He’s never needed permission

But I always consent to his form

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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