and when you get there you don’t want to leave,
nothing compares and I swear you won’t believe,
what happens it’s going to sound quite foul,
even while I’m rapping it’s going down right now,
and there’s some women that I’ll never forget,
I’ll never regret a moment I’m forever in debt,
for their priceless advice that I try to repay,
every night of my life, all the time everyday,
it’s the way that she plays, it’s the look in her eyes,
you don’t know if she’s shook or a crook in disguise,
and it didn’t even matter the nights out on the beach,
were scattered and love was slightly out of reach,
but sex was splattered all over town,
on the ladder don’t expect for her to hold it down,
as your wiz this isn’t for kids its double X,
if not triple, it’s mentally crippled troubled sex,
It’s debauchery I see debauchery…….
I feel her hands I’m loosing focus,
but it’s just another night in the land of the lotus,
It’s what she whispers in my ear, it’s the arch in her back,
It’s how she disappears, it’s how her heart is black,
I dont catch a heart attack and start to be,
odd getting loved clogged in my arteries,
when shes on her knees with a stare of lust you can taste,
saying please while I pull hair and touch her face,
we’re laced with the pure, high on the lotus,
the disease and the cure that’s my diagnosis,
you feel the power of the flower when you eat the nectar,
every hour on the hour but disrespect the,
thorns and they’ll leave you scorn in a way,
that cut like razors, or lasers, it amazes me until this day,
they grow downtown, they grow on the island,
all around, breathe it in your nose and then your wildin’
and I’m smiling with tricks up my leather sleeve,
checking out any time but I can never leave,
It’s because I see debauchery,I see debauchery…….
I feel her hands I’m loosing focus,
but it’s just another night in the land of the lotus.

I’m stunned: your poem is amazing.
Thank you.. Life is a great inspiration.
Wow.
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