Choice. Chosen Like A Chieftess By The Collective Consensus. The Making Of This Women In Me Runs Sole
Choice. Chosen Like a chieftess by the collective consensus. The making of this women in me runs sole deep, for my ancestors have danced and crawled on their knees... YET I beg I pleed I bleed. For a need of you, Chief. But all lies on the balance of strings you have yet to weave so that I can cleave. So unwoven I am like the unchosen.. I return to face the council..the floor given to me and im on my knees I dont have a thing to say, so ill be as it may The Unchosen
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Vanilla
So plain yet it stains..
you cry wolf and I'm credulous
Ànd everything else becomes mundane.
Masking the pain of you basking in the shame.
.people would frown trying to understand how it all went down
So I store some parts of you in manilla folders
I deserve better than these clandestine folders
Oh vanilla,strip tease as i please..you on your knees..
Pleading. Kneading your want into crevices of my skin.
I impede your needs for I don't know where it would lead..
I remind myself vanilla stains
And how I don't want this pain
Cause it will make me insane and the safe words wont be so plain.
but scintillating we could be even if its just a tease i appease
to accept
monotonous Vanilla stains
This
Movement movement
Brown eyes, brown skin... During this time you have love how brown you are cause you are powerful
Be your own wild fantasy and when you leave this realm youll know you lived
You will always be mine
Sultry and sensual was she who embraced herself authentically
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