tender thighs refuse to soothe
find your voice to mail me a groove
the sender lies, a problematic fave
postmarked for destiny, written to fate
return what's left of me, do not be late.
tossing and turning, flipping and reeling,
sealed with a kiss, come unwrap my feeling.
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maybe it's lucky that things won't work
maybe i needed to find my raw, silly mirth
maybe this cold season gives flames to motivate
maybe this pain in my side will try to captivate
maybe what's keen is what's meant to be
maybe i'm supposed to just let him go free
maybe i'm deaf, dumb, and blind to obvious choices
maybe i should listen to those internal voices
maybe we're made for something bigger than this
maybe i should chase something more than a kiss
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mesmorized by skeletons, we take a puff
sinking into the melanin, let me make you blush
alcohol plastered to the skin, when will be enough?
hazy fog, breath it in, alright, now show me your stuff.
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