Sleep aids...the kind I’d praise
Kinds that gets em outta these daze
...outta these days...outta these...
Skirts I chase as she prays
Oh my...my...my
How the tables have changed
Turned to switch focus
Get between she, her and theys
Thick thighs, flowful hips
Wet lips grind and pleasure my face
Drips
As I take they, her and she
On out of mind trips
Oh how they...how she, how we
Taste her
She
Her they conscience now a blur
Introducing Cadence to rhythmless nations
Delivering an oration
That stirs ovation tendencies
Sparking ovulation
Please don’t fail to mention
I OD’d realizing I needed her poison
As she, they, her became verbose
About needing therapeutic sessions
Where my tongue massages
They, her and she bodies
Validating my choice
Through several taste tests
Remixing their flavor
Like a seductive neighbor
Looks for me to stir up her nest
Quests I seek
To satisfy my unfulfilled peak
¥☼MOI☼¥ 8 Sep 20