imma confess, I feel our energies mesh very well
I see it in your eyes
No need for lies
I hear it your voice it ain’t somethin you gotta tell
Similar vibes that rides the same wavelength
You got all of my time
speak ya mind
My ears are your canvas and baby you starting with a blank page
So do ya thang let ya words paint me a pretty picture
Your beauty plus way your thoughts convey definitely is a sexy kinda mixture
That’s the type of cocktail I could never get sick of
Good lovin I can fix ya
Imma master chef when it comes to cookin up somethin intimate
You my main ingredient ya flavor be the most tasteful type of deliciousness
Always finish my plate shawty I ain’t done till I take the dish and start lickin it
When it comes to the type of meal you are
My appetite dont know what a limit is
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2021 00:31
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
found this to be a fun read
liked the offbeat, flow
it adds something, I think
thanks for sharing
Appreciate the feedback. Thanks for noticing the offbeat tempo. I was hoping it was recognizable and not just a mess of words lol
A master chef indeed. Good appetite. Thank you for showing us the dish.
Always hungry when it comes to moments like this 😉 lol thank u for the feedback
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