it ain't much to to step on up... u jus gotta present yourself the way you'd want an other to lean into the touch... shit's actually easy as fuck to do... it's a motion that comes from within that defines who self is reaching for a truce... to collaborate with someone who wishes to be felt the same way they feel about u in the way u come... n words are restless n getting old to identify with the complicity of they way u intrude my mind on the run... it's the next level of comfort that settles the grooves of the heart's purity... loosened n relating to the lips sipping on kisses as emotion grasps likes standing corrected n ready for the unity... addicted to personalities gathered to show the truth upon the faces so as voices slow into vague whispers what is u have to offer as is in the middle of the heat rising n i ain't even talking about fuckin... i'm dipping into the back splash of ur mind no one tends to consider as a factor n ain't that somethin... walking like we talk it without having to hide from the phony's lurking around the stability of the mind... wrapped up n listening the the ease exhaled believing in more than empty lies slung slick by the tongues never ending lines...one on one creating a beautiful life well past the moment of insecurities for we know who in the fuck we are... built for the survival of will's power to thrive n land in the depths of that crave that splits brain cells to multiply without the sounds of alarms...
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