Nobody has ever touched me in a way

That makes me forget the things I have to say

Like a merry go round

We repeat and replay

The same scenes

Slip me out my jeans

Slowly to my knees

Like a lemon

He continues to squeeze

The drips between my knees

Creating magnetic steam

A language only he can read

An Air he loves to breathe

Libra on Earth

To death do us part

We created birth

Shattered every glass house

As we continue to conquer this earth

Higher than this dimension

So sexual they feel it

Allowed me in to heal it

Murderer of love

His ego

I had to kill it

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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