It hit- With the drum stick- Lavished in colors- And beams- Something started- Something started in me- Couldn’t see no one- Sprinkled energy fell on me- Fresh water for thirsty pleasure- Inside the ladies began to bloom- Girls movements- Moans from the gut- Touching each other to float- Above this scene- In and out of the beams- Rejoicing in this shower- No rules, slip and slide- The girls move with me- And I feel their tide- Wash over me- Don’t touch to take- Don’t touch to steal- Touch to tantalize- And never apologize-Birth sign: Libra
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