Wordplay Foreplay

Why don’t you make yourself more of a mystery?
(This is what my mother always says to me.)
As if the curve of my breasts and the depth in my cleavage can equate to the depth of my soul.
As if the space between these double Ds reveal my inner being.

In society, we’ve lost the value of a woman.
It’s like once everyone has seen 2 titties and an ass, they think they’ve seen it all. 🙄
But the stream of consciousness in our minds is so much deeper
So much wetter n sweeter than the wetness that can be felt between our legs.
Instead of caressing, confess your biggest fears.
Divide your hornball tendencies and leave my legs closed.
Open your heart ❤️ instead of your eyes
Elevate your standards instead of lifting me onto your manhood
Then, when you say you love me,
I’ll believe it & reciprocate with a love so pure it can never be tormented by hatred.
Unconditional, spiritual, kindred souls.
A true relationship that penetrates more fiercely than sex.
A true friendship.
Genuine care and affection instead of caressing and sexin
Opening up so many layers of my mind, and penetrating insecurity until you get to the root of every fear
The stain of every tear cried for every man that came before you
Every man that forced themselves into my sacred noni
Loving every flaw, every piece of this brokenness and this broken mess that I am.

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