Femme Me Over

Femme me over.
Breath me take.
Women made of waves together.
Breasts been found.
Nipples feather
all those million neurons
down the spine.

Breathe and hold,
hold on to heaven.
Knock on its gilded door.
Two seraphim come and
forge into light.

Turn god old.
Turn into gold.
Live as angels, baby.

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