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I felt a presence deep down in my loins
I shifted one evening in search of joy
My hands quivered over a body not touched for to long
My subsidience into your reverie and way of talk
That slowed out pronounced gangster walk
The nod of your head, energy as if beating down the boom box
Waking with a thought of the journey planes on my plain life
It arrived behind the times, before the vibe of you hit my back eye ball where I wanted to be small in your arms
Believe in your words, no there was a distance crawled away from maybe
Rejoiced Amen and Hallelujah into soft skies, listened when baking for the sisters foresaken
Wondering always
How did I manage to be the one to say on his swerve this heart been taken.
Waiting for your whispers
Is this an always my stunning man of advance to procurement and affluence
My poverty a stain for me to remove
