Damiana:
To the Goddess/Goodness in me:
Shaped Bottle like a goddess Pre-packaged ideas of sultry Sensation Dripped down the inside leg of **** Me harder daddy
Harder
(Getting weak with each breathe) Harder
(Weak from the inside of your handprint) Harder
(Weak from the lines of longevity on your inner palm)
One-shot glasses filled with Small drops of love make it to your Waiting lip …. Love the drugs spell They never told me about in class Love the only thing I can’t kill It lives in me
Do you know what it feels like to have your hand stamped by? Indecisions? Uncontrollable urges to get away to love?
Second shot:
filled with deceit Lies know real answer just lies how you are And how we are Lies filled with secrets only God knows
(You whispered to me on your third shot)
Of lies, shaped like the belly of forgiveness
Un-conditional, forgiving and willing Love, a place where the sun no longer glances In my direction
Third shot:
filled with creative ways to say you LOVE because you forgot you already have
(Pause)
(say it with anger)
Said those same words Over and over again
(Heavy breathe)
Can you get up from the table to wipe your face of the rejection? Smells of others lay deep on your freshly showered Righteous intentions Lip service falls on Deaf ears Waved hands of W I L L Y O U F O R G I V E M E
(sign this out)
Love
Fourth shot:
I only feel loved when you caress the back of my inner thought With your palm print
Seeing you is like looking at the opening of heavens gate
And they will have palm braches in there hands (reflective voice)
Moving from side to side, with a rhythm only you know you have with my love
Blinks of your eyes bring me back to the beginning How we started how you made me How we glanced in a single direction
I feel loved when you pamper my emotions
Touch my tears I feel loved when
I can feel God inside your kiss
Fifth shot:
the last act in our play Harder daddy I scream Words spoken with out sounds Love you placed yourself at my doorstep are you ready to come in
Love Shaped like the queen of the sea On a mission to capture my heart in closed caption
I feel loved when you let me cry on your shoulder
Sixth shot:
my turn to feel loves intentions To get weak in the palm of your hand To have a palm branch in mine To make the lies stop
And heart beats to slow down It my turn to create love in my sacred women’s place
Seventh shot:
for the ancestors Chile she done learned the way Sassafras in her hip and chicory in her walk I think she got it
Love
The bottle is sealed and place in the cabinet
Marked: For love only
(this piece is copywritten so please do not copy me)
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