
Oh how they pray
- Mahogany Smiles

- Nov 12, 2025
- 1 min read
To prey on my flesh
Enticed by a body
I am not moved
Their words baby skin smooth
Still I
Choose not to follow my eyes
I've craved
A spirit to discover my mind
I am not convinced
By the promises of rubs and licks
Still I
Am selfish with my minutes
Each hour I am further into myself
Than anyone could ever be


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