Run my hands across his chest

Chest hair I softly caress

I mean

Because of his demeanor

No one would ever guess

So hard to impress

But I am the Empress

I shoot right through his bulletproof vest

So arrest me officer

Hand cuff me tight

Cradle me like a baby

All night hold me tight

All the lefts

We made right

So lift off

Let’s take flight

With all of our might

Because at the end of the night

I promise we gon be alright

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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