i saw you flickering
in a steel pipe top inferno
waving seductively at me through maxi glass
and you burned in the eyes of a stick fight champion
chanting over bantu drums at the gayelle.
his sweat dripped slow like yours did
i bite my lower lip
and the memory of your salt is sweet
the moisture in the air locks its grip in my hair
and i can feel your heat.
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keep it up... u have talent and i hope u stick to what u lve doing. wish u the best in the future and also the present.
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