We stare into the ceiling without looking at each other
Slowly you place your hands between my legs of burning desire,
I saw a portrait of your youth, as the silence engulf us:
My guilty pleasure, your disobedient hands,
In a few hours you will become a man.
I didn’t cause this silence; our hearts were entwining (:)
My guilty pleasure, the portrait of your youth
A mother’s warmth, or just a cougar fantasy
Who made all the rules, society or us
The hearts asked for pleasure first,
Then comes the sacrament of confession.
my African prince of Lloren, Kwara, my vision
I will not accept that one and one should be two
A double plantain so jointly attached is still one
Love is not a substance, but at times comes off as one.
Therefore, from this day forward
I will treat love like a commodity
Basis facts my guilty pleasure, your disobedient hands
Manly as ever, one day you will be my man. (:)
As we walk the sandy beaches of Togo:
Just remember, one plus one doesn't add to two:
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
We stare into the ceiling without looking at each other
Slowly you place your hands between my legs of burning desire,
I saw a portrait of your youth, as the silence engulf us:
My guilty pleasure, your disobedient hands,
In a few hours you will become a man.
I didn’t cause this silence; our hearts were entwining (:)
My guilty pleasure, the portrait of your youth
A mother’s warmth, or just a cougar fantasy
Who made all the rules, society or us
The hearts asked for pleasure first,
Then comes the sacrament of confession.
my African prince of Lloren, Kwara, my vision
I will not accept that one and one should be two
A double plantain so jointly attached is still one
Love is not a substance, but at times comes off as one.
Therefore, from this day forward
I will treat love like a commodity
Basis facts my guilty pleasure, your disobedient hands
Manly as ever, one day you will be my man. (:)
As we walk the sandy beaches of Togo:
Just remember, one plus one doesn't add to two:
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