(PALMS) something i wrote 4 my home girl 2 do at open mic
Palms lick head boards as our animals instinct run’s across 4 walls…..Lost in a safari of sweat…. Lights dim as our souls connect with the soft tissue, we are tainted by unspoiled words & secant candles….. Scars line bed sheets as your back becomes 1 with my nails…..My legs rap around your ears silencing the air…… I mean you were so hmmm, you were so deep into my neo-soul that even Zane wanted to be a fly on the wall this night…… OMG, the way your sugar daddy slipped cross my Hershey…See More
