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In this world where Everyone seems to be thirsty You allowed me To take a sip Of your juices I was dehydrated from sweating you for too damn long the longing had me dive in head first because you like head first Got you high Like 30,000 feet In the clouds head back Relax your back Leg cramp Legs clamp Leaving earlobe prints On wet thick thighs As black beard mops creamy wet floors I inhaled intimacy You exhaled ecstasy Tongue anounciates Love foreign French kiss dialect Your Toes curve like niggas you no longer feel after this moment This moment This moment Before this moment I was left dead Buried 6'ft 5 inches deep underneath all the dirt I've done back in the day But on the 7th day I rose like what's on my back And there you were........ Art created by @imjustmace Poem by @iamshawnwilliam
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