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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...
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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