You were the last piece I needed to recover

Afraid to love each other

We erupt under the covers

And I finally discovered

We both refuse to uncover

Our sins to one another

But my stomach it flutters

Melt me like butter

Chills down my spin as we grind on each other

So humble

From the fumble

For you I seem to tumble

We rock roll and rumble

Love unsteady

So we continue to stumble.

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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