IN MY LANE / CHEST TO CHEST
Two poems by HALAH
IN MY LANE
I’m in my lane
I know these streets
Foot on the gas
No looking back
Legs spread like a dyke
Taking up space like a fag
In my power like a queen
Swords down like a king
Beauty oozing like a princess
Chin up like a prince
Mind thriving like a nerd
Wit charming like your dream
Lip bit in orgasmic elevation
And I feel no hesitation
To seduce your heart out
With my eyes radiating heat
And pussy dripping warmth
My heart whole and beating
My hands, gentle, healing
Gold rivers run through my chakras
I can manipulate the flow unlocking blockages
I’m powerful honey
Sweet on your fingers
Pulled in by my energy kept safe in my arms
I desire me
Looking in the mirror I am free
Dom Fem
Masc Genes
Sweet Heart
I take up space and
I hold your hand gently, no rush
CHEST TO CHEST
Chests of my darlings
I’m held by warm water, epsom salts and lavender
To sooth muscles worn from fist bumps, grinds and full body shaking laughter
Chest surging with energy no more than I can welcome
Cathartic breath
Soothing passion through breast
Deep chest
Deep willingness to feel
Deep love and adventure
With chaos subtleties
Fire energy so often cleansing through lives in constant change
Chest to chest
Arms wrapped around waists
Gentle kisses and enthusiastic consent
We love without doubt
We party with ease
We laugh unapologetically
And
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