Eyeing my man

My woman vibe
must be wearin' thin
transparent
out of sorts
confused
stretched out and
misshapen

Surely, the signal has
faded, disconnected
blurred and withered
apparently
without my knowledge

Static steadily
interrupting my mojo
distracting the feminine scent
ruining the continuous transmittal
of sexual desire
to for and about
my man

Somethin'. You betta have
some explanation for
rolling up in my joint
twirling hair and
hands on hips
eyeing
my man

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