I want to strip for you!
There is a way you make me feel, when you stare at me like that
There is a chill you send down my spine, when I feel that you want me like that
There is a way you light up fireworks, which break me down to what they call blush*
There is a way you play in my thoughts as I dress up in my two piece suit
There is a way you inspire me to: - strip, for you
So I am sexting you… because thoughts of you still make me wet
I love this place… it is called comfort zone
After all this year’s … you still give me that look
I love this place… it is called comfort zone
I want to wine slowly for you
There is way this music fills the air with pleasures of sex
I touch myself to thoughts of you and they still take me to heaven!
There is a time I learnt a dance, just to show you
There is way I want to move, slowly and cautiously
So you can feel the smoothness and tightness of my skin
You make me feel perfect, in my body and shape!
I want to wine slowly for you
So I am sexting you… because thoughts of you still make me wet
I love this place… it is called comfort zone
After all this year’s … you still give me that look
I love this place… it is called comfort zone
This is to everyone in a relationship:- I hope you don't loose your flame!
© Namatsi Lukoye
Wetu brings us together, connecting and unifying us through fabric sculptures, dolls, stories, and poetry, symbolizing power and resilience. Experience art rooted in African femininity, healing, and hope.
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