Yolo Akili - Concretely

Touched and not *** felt and not fondled i'd like to make love with no roles with no models i'd like to stroke gently every space of a man and not feel his manhood could be threatened by the simple brush of my hand id like to throw my neck back and whisper words softly open a spiritual space like my ancestors taught me like a violet at midnight i want to shine in the moon taste the rhytm of love at the prisms prelude and as this countdown continues let this vessel contract a cathartic contortion of this arch in my back if i could ever love again i would ask for just that id ask to love completely concretely and black