let me be a woman
to you.
let me undress
my skin,
i won't dress myself in oils,
there's nothing here i need to make.
let me be clear to you:
let me show you my crystal,
my honey
how i drip into my skin
let me be your woman to you
let me dance in your waters,
so you can smell the green in me
so you can see that i am made of
soil,
that i am made of magic
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 10:08 AM UTC
let me be a woman
to you.
let me undress
my skin,
i won't dress myself in oils,
there's nothing here i need to make.
let me be clear to you:
let me show you my crystal,
my honey
how i drip into my skin
let me be your woman to you
let me dance in your waters,
so you can smell the green in me
so you can see that i am made of
soil,
that i am made of magic
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