He does not make me reach
However many times I preach
Even when I teach
Or even when I treat
Even though it's sweet
When he gives it deep
And it's good the speed
And you feel him meet
From the beat to the feet
I still want him peach
To make me reach
A high like that of weed
And have me feel the heat
Before it's time to sleep
And tomorrow we can repeat
When both our highs can meet
Has he ever made you reach
The pinnacle?
Many women say naught!
About the Creator
Gal Mux
Lover of all things reading & writing, 🥭 &
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Nothing you learn is ever wasted - Berry Gordy
So learn everything you can.
Religious Freedom Granted in 1978
What traditions are you most thankful for and why? Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts 1. Enormous Gratitude for the return of religious freedom for American Indians in 1978. The same year I got into recovery. That year I could smudge, go into the sweat lodge, attend full-moon ceremony, pipe ceremony, wiping of tears ceremony, and others.
By Denise E Lindquist6 days ago in Writers
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Somewhere, somehow, there are several poets smiling down on you... And I think I want some grapefruit... 🥴