Sequoey Peay Poems

Accept me for who I am not for who you want me to be.
I don`t perfect my hair because you might see me and say 'What was she thinking? '

I love the way it feels to blown in the wind, like angels spinning around me.
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Let music creep down inside your soul.
Let my words tell you a story unborn.
Let the beat thump with your hearts joy.
Let my voice merge with your emotions like love with a boy.
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My sacred treasures loves the taste of your love.
When you leak deep within its soul.
How I love the way you perform your emotions towards me with the strokes of an un-held emotion.
Your eyes tells me a story, only for my heart to translate the power of companionship and the taste of a 100% male.
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Days of passion,
like a starburst from the sun.
Your milky sweet skin?
Many words to describe, never just one.
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