Killing Me With Your Sexy
Killing me with your sexy
Yall killing me.
Contrived lust, mirrors with dust.
Love covered with smoke.
Flame of innocence choked.
Smothered in the womb,
Never to be born.
Deliberately sexy; too much.
Too messy.! The mother of harlots.
Vagaries leading nowhere, wandering
Into cesspools and ruts
Pure love invokes everlasting hope.
Wombs should yield...lovers with scope.
Stop hanging me with your jaded rope.
Stop killing me with your sexy,
Goddesses with blessed wombs
Fill my empty life with an embryo.
I have the seed of plenty.
Stop subjecting me to your lust...
And trust me to handle your true love.
Trust me to love your innocence.
Release love from your womb and bear my fruit.
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