she taught me how to spell her name
OP-UL-ENCE she said gimme that umph gimme that extra gimme your best best best but she’s the moon! she didn’t even have to ask (i texted her the night before gimme a tour from your heavenly skies show me what you see every night) she knew i was coming for her but even though we both knew it still took me all day to say i just really wanna lay in your bed take me to your room the moon is a queer brown femme with cloudless eyes & a mouth made up of willow trees & summer mornings & magic only femme of color covens can conjure & she fits perfectly in the nook beneath my wing & maybe you don’t know so i’m gonna tell you she made the best sounds when i nuzzled into her glitter dust nipples tell me what makes you full & new & she helped me with my necklace & showed me where to put my ring & i kept on til my arm grew new seasons of muscle & i found out the formula for stars is glitter + sweat let me tell you about Opulence how she can change you forever how apologies are not needed when she makes you come real loud & how she taught me new ways to take up space as i laid there naked as a spoon all belly & tits you spell her name O-P-U-L-E-N-C-E Opulence i gave her my umph i have her all of my extra i gave her my best best best Comments are closed.
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