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Sell A Bit...

And it goes…

By Mesaye Published 2 years ago 2 min read
My aura

I think I was addicted to the journey of the release

I was a willing participant to this beast

Now I was not spreading myself thin

Like a midnight breeze wind

There was a process to this sin

Selectivity & exclusivity resulted in a win

If you were ever selected our time together was never neglected

Before I had an understanding of giving up this power

Oh the way I reveled & could do this shit for hours

Depleting all of my opponents energy

Soon became my enemy

Didn't realize I was losing my soul

So the journey of the release got very old

Into me I began to seek

Days turned into years and the lessons began to peak

Revelation after revelation built my tower

Now I'm sitting cultivating my power

My aura colors shift from orange to red

I am a Taurus, nothing else needs to be said

I am literally the definition of sensuality & pleasure

Year eleven now & I'm on lock like a national treasure

This doesn't get any easier, now there's gadgets grand beyond measure

The stubbornness in me refuses to let a toy copulate & negate

The very essence of this beautiful dance

I've resigned for my future person to take a chance in perpetuating this sensual trance

Yoga poses & morning reflections become a routine norm

No more clearing the history browser, I'm done with that thorn

Once you've been pricked, the transgression leads to scorn

Now I can't lie & say I'm fully reformed

Rome wasn't built in a day & sometimes I'm really torn

Caught reminiscing or daydreaming trying to remember the freeing

Of this abstruse moment when you levitate while trying to satiate

My remedy is adding more tasks to my plate, remain focused on my current state

Allowing my stubbornness to work its magic, preventing me from doing something tragic

Meditating gives me phenomenal clarity, searching deep within is my zen

But when my future person arrives they'll need to be bold

Because I'm going to ask them respectfully to just fold, I'm coming for their soul

We're dancing until we grow old and so it goes...

performance poetry

About the Creator

Mesaye

From the moment I read my first Edgar Allen Poe story when I was 12 yrs old, I knew what made my heart flutter & what drove my imagination. Writing has been something I’ve loved doing, fell far away from & am now drawn back to it!

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