I had an affair with the scent of her hair,
With the thought of her yoni embrace,
with the sight of her flesh and the taste of her breath on my face,
with the warmth of her waist on my palms.
The want in my slacks growing strong
has my warning bells sounding alarms.
The good man in me needs to avoid her...
- HymnAgen
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social seer says: Yeah, but desire never goes away. It will rear up in other ways. Best to snuff the candle on whoever has got you by the gonads. |
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LP45 says: Very sensual hymnagen. Dig your flow. |
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hymnagen says: @social seer -->sometimes it's just creative writing. Thank you and Ladypoet45 for your feedback. #Salute |
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after vision says: Shut up my poet, I had an affair with the scent of her hair, shut up with that goodness |
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RonnieL says: Ha Ha...been there before my God! Creative scribe...temptation can be a mofo! |
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hymnagen says: after vision, to me, there is nothing quite like the scent of coconut oil from a sista's full and natural hair. Intoxicating... |
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hymnagen says: RonnieL, you ain't neva lie! |
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