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WAFT

I'm seeking everlasting wafts/
I'm preaching ever-fast-ening songs/
There's a catch/
There's presently some breezy fleeting permeation of a pong/
There's a streamlined snatch of breath, near a snatch/
Can this act catch on?/

I see you walking by, with the sweater you wear on, while wet, wrapped around your upper arms/
You look so fly, like tryna get under, and high up on, your arms/
Can I make a bet your sweat will get me off?, like your breath as you laugh/
I'm a fly so on that I'm over walls now/
Can we find some path?/
Your skin's a sweat-soaked pavement, and my fingers hit the ground running/
I'm coming, like I'll have a run-in with you, when I collapse, and it's fun, if I do/
I'm just tryna sum up the way I move/
It's cautiously, with random muses obviously not supporting me/
They're everywhere, but like some foundation, they're not where they ought to be/
I'm dizzy, coz your mind's eye never finds the time to capture me rapidly/
Everything's arranged like marriages, with the way babes think, and travel, in India, in seemingly pre-drawn, and destiny-assured, boxes carriages/
It's hard to get around this, like they're tuk-tuks
like my head's my body, and I'm over heels
falling down, to give your foot, which you would have been kicking yourself with, a kiss/
We are better together can get some prehistoric mentality to collapse, with only a wish/
I'm lost/
You're like a ring, when running around me, in seemingly generating electricity, to make tunnels running south, through some stony-faced foundations, visually appealing, when lights in your eyes, at your end of one, my ceiling, draw close to me more than brush past me/
There can be a rush, and we can come together, and I just fell, thinking it through, and collapse, when, ironically, the reason's healing, and hang around, like fingers are pegs, and arms are wet, and I'll then wanna smell you around me, like your vagina is the mood I'm in/
What's not wrong?/
Did I put my middle finger on your clit?/
You move by me, like a train moves by Mumbai/
You've been trained to move by guys, and maybe by guys, but why not stay by MY side for a date?, coz tradition, and being submissive, and stone-faced, is so dated, so sigh/
You blow raspberries, with fruity breath/
Call that blowback/
There's a fire in your heart/
Can I approach that?/
Don't clap, if you move your head back to do that, coz the scent of your breath wafts away, like your hands are a niqab, in Iraq/
After coming here, you won't see some barriers, and [won't] stand to see your head back/
I can't stand to see you head back/
Show no restraint/
Don't check that/
Fuck husbands, and leave it to yourself to get off, on a hijab, like mad/
Slip out of your decorative clothes more, like they're a bag, if you wanna act like an object less, and own less and less every weekend,
coz consumers are usually obsessed with each one before them, like they respect themselves less/