by Tameca Waid
You wear sex like a glove
ha, you told me this yourself, I should
have known better

-but if I were to
take a chance,
perhaps sneak a glance

if I maybe decided to explore
the hills and plains of this
ebony continent you so casually call your body

-would I lose myself in you seas,
drop weeping to my knees?
or would I find solace
on your warm shores, rest my head
peacefully upon your breast

You wear sex like a glove, you told
me this yourself
-is this your disguise or something genuine,
how you see it with your own eyes

-if I stay, bath in the heat of your flame
will I be scorched ?
spend my nights unable to sleep ?
days when I barely remember to eat ?
this chance I'm willing to take, because....

Yes baby, you wear sex like a glove

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