by Mac Guerreiro

Swinging hips,
They don't even try,
But they catch your eye,
Subtle or not eye won't turn to check,
Nah fuck that,
Because eye know you peek,
And eye didn't mind,
The looks were occasionally returned in kind,
But eye don't like what this has come to,
My eyes used to want to play with you,
The perfect timing,
A glance to your lips,
Then eye was off again,
Swinging my hips.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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