Gyrating fast

Body speaking fluently

& Usually

I would refuse

To even explain the ways I’ve allowed him to use

To stretch limbs and touch places

For so many years

Orgasmically vacant

Like a creep

He’s secretly taping it


My physical form, he shaping it

Balled in my emotions

Symbolically leaving

Like he’s raking up the leaves

Changed colors like the leaves

Every time I feel a breeze

A breeze of insecurity

That confines him to be

Tied up in his emotions

Progressively I’m hoping

Guns a blazing so they smoking

Not even open late

But for Jasmine

He opens

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