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Give me
Your pain
Your love
Your trust
And part of
Your soul
I want you
To live
Your life
With me
Like a
Prisoner
On death row
That has
Requested
A last meal
That you’re
Ready to
Savour
Nice and slow
Every moment
Is a new memory
Pushing your senses
To overload
Touch
Taste
Smell
Hearing
Sight
Will playback
Within your soul
And when time
Starts
Ticking away
And
The bewitching hour
Comes
Count on your memories
To keep me close
So I can
Intertwine
In your soul
I’m there always
You can’t
Put me
On pause
Delete
Or even control
What is
Naturally between us
Is more
Deeper than love
Or the physical
From today
And
Every
Tomorrow
Until knocking
On death’s door
Just swim in
My essence
Find comfort in
My embrace
And drink
From the cup of
My love
That overflows
It became yours
Once
You figured out
My security code
To look beyond
My clothes
To the center
Of my core
My body
Craved more
Than what your
Dick could do
Inside my hole
It was something
More I needed
It had to
Be substantial
Satisfying
Quenching
My hunger
Beyond my tastebuds
I was
Feenin for
Real
Soul food
To make
Me full
And I refused
To settle for
Anything
Less than a
Hearty plate
Of special and
Real
I don’t
Eat dick
Casserole
From
Neighbors
Greeting me
To a new
Neighborhood

-Yellowbonewonda

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