My Guilty Pleasure
a poem
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I know I shouldn’t but I can’t resist
The feel of your skin against my lips
I hand control to my body
As your touch shuts down my mind
I drink you in tasting every inch
Wearing your scent like a cloak
--
I know I shouldn’t but I can’t resist
The feel of your skin against my lips
I hand control to my body
As your touch shuts down my mind
I drink you in tasting every inch
Wearing your scent like a cloak
Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.