Lick on my dictation, swallow my comfort zone. A paragraph of seeds – spilling out in the unknown.
You’re pulling my chain gurl, don’t lie unless you’re next to me. You tickled my tongue with pearls of wisdom  –  now you sing Glee.
Lick on my dictation, swallow my pride for me. A thesis of long thoughts. A burst of this ener-chi.
Hold part of my manhood with gentleness -Now look at me. I’ll dig for the truth, gurl. Objective I will set you free.


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