Honora
Am falling apart, unconsciously
Riding willingly to the flow
Of honora, if I lose it
I'd slow
On the round face
Of dark-skinned body fitted in denim
Your mild smile, losses my lace
Frankly, in a love like denim.
When you cross my mind
I'd lie down with your thoughts
Stirring my pre-conscious mind
A lovely trap, in it am caught.
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