realized at the point
of shante-ing the big girl draws on
nevertheless I become innately afraid of myself when I do
prone to choose the safeness
of pure cotton paths
when keeping the feline spectacles in place
but then I'm urged to loosen one braid then two
or appease lurking beneath close cropped hair
riles warmth within the glands
especially when the savvy taunts the negative
slather the silver chrome glaze
from the cases highly favorable
strangely tailored to highlight my lips
having the decency to at least steer
from the seventh combination
there's no turning back
if relinquished....sharing the raw and spectacular
cause it'll be climbing
and tickle the shy part of my legs
advancing until the fine hairs salute
inching
teetering up my spine
and then MUSHROOM clouds
but I won't....I won't disclose it all
thank the goodness of the LORD
and even more for the preservation of the frames