Cleopatra in the Quiet

Cleopatra in the quiet
Bathsheba on the rooftop
Backseat weapons keeper
Of your leather with your guns cocked

Be I Eve after the serpent
The harlot at the gate
Clutch me with my skirt up
Breathe hard and heavy 
When you wake

Sugar sure between my hips eh
Summer salt lust in my throat
Mark your fingerprints in places
In my spaces down below

Hungry reachin’ 
From your pocket
Pull up right behind my question
We been jamming justice
For an hour
Come undo my disposition

It’s a little nasty and I love it
You answer thick and ready
For the storm
Forget that other birthday cake
I keep this batter warm.
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