Urge

You make me feel like a woman;

The way you silence my lips,

Cherish my hips,

down to their dips.

You make my whole dance.

Pleasing all of my appetites in perfect moderation—

Giving safety to my impuissance,

with your oh so encouraging dictation—

Freeing me of thinking with reason, and

Relieving me the burden of a task or obligation.

Without any hesitation,

Unguarded to act on and for me.

I crave you,

Even in my sleep.

You awaken the divine feminine

And she urges to receive.


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