Sex
Sex Olanrewaju Ebunoluwa ©
The secret temple
Every other soul comes in with a motive
Some last the test of time while other catch the vibes
Spirited by the vibes of our hearts through physicality
Fun to have with consent, as soul hit soul at birth stage
Rape without consent, beauty struck by the demon
The lubricated hole
Gives room for intoxicated moaning
Driving through the edges of the couch
In between the blinds of the room
Coupled with heart to heart talks
Met by romantic tones
Scripted out by lovers
Thought through by friends
Subscribed to by strangers
Height of the sensation
Hey Pretty,
Can I unclad your Spirituality
And feed the cravings of your physicality
I mean; can I? feed your third eyes with my dark chocolate
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