MOVIN THROUGH THE CURTAINS LIKE A BLUE MOON DAIQUIRI

woke from a deep sleep
n sat straight up,
grabbed the quilt
n pulled it tight up to my chess(t)
in the middle of darkness,
cuz the whispers of her fingers
were makin moves in the lingers
movin the pieces
under the sheets
throughout my heart’s chess(t),
makin like masterpiece releases
from her strawberry heart bacardi daiquiris
come across my cheeks –
in a feel the heat like a bright showpiece!

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