Butta' skin
Soup coola' lips
Your green cat eyes chart visual trails from my lips to my hips
Your fingertips slow drag from the base of my throat to the curve of my shoulders, slowly removing my blouse from over my slim frame
The same hands that evoke passionate tunes from the ebony/ivory keys are about to bring this brown fox to her knees
I can't wait for you to please me with that quick pink tongue
Moist soft dampness on my neck got me feeling sprung from my abstinence trap
You have wrung from my body all manner of hot wetness
In a thousand years I still won't be able to forget this
I'll still want to relive this...over and over and over...
Lest I explode from the sweet agony of anticipation please please appease me with your romancipation
I want our clothes removed fast but slow to the glow of the candles illuminating your room
John Coltrane's tempo makes me swoon as you lick my skin
Just dive on in and swim in me
Consume me, get drunk off me...straight inebriated
Let me taste it...I don't believe in wasting it
My sweetness made sweeter still with your added flavor
I want to savor every moan, every touch from you
I don't know how much I can take from you
But I want you to fill me to overflowing
Sowing your seed to the deepest reaches of my being
Your love loving me so good I think I'm seeing double
Damn I'm in trouble
I never figured you'd put it on me like this, whispering nasty words in my ear as you strum me like your guitar
By far, you are enough for me
Got me singing sweetly like your alto sax while you drip hot wax on my curves
I like how you swerve all up and through my honey places
Both of us making those pre-orgasmic faces as we try to pace ourselves
I run and you give chase, kissing trails of your sugar down my face to the valley where my navel awaits
But wait, no baby, I need you inside me once more
Explore all my deep coves, don't stop until you find my treasure trove
Unlock me, set free the nasty little demon in me
Fuck me harder but slow
I want to know that you can handle it
Shit, I can't handle it
I
Am
About
To
Explode
That was a keystyle. It was inspired by someone I know, someone I had a several hours long conversation with last night. We didn't talk about sex or anything provocative, no, nothing like that. It was the cadence of his voice.....but mostly me needing to be stroked. I was feeling sexy as we spoke. The room was dark. It was quiet, all except for our voices vollying the conversation. I'm sure he had no idea that I was undressing him in my mind. Tongue bathing him as we laughed about Dave Chapelle's antics. Imagining his lips leaving trails of hot spots from my neck to my calf and back up again. I had to lock my thighs together to try and calm the throbbing in my nether regions. Goddamn it. I'm hornier than a moat full of mutated toads. I am just dying for a good ramming. But I've sworn off sex. No more sex until "he" arrives. I am a prisoner of my own flesh. Tortured daily by my insatiable libido. Just looking at a man's crotch is enough to get me dripping and ready. *Sigh*
C'est la vie
2 comments:
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Well...self-explanatory there lol! Sometimes you have to deal with a vision that is so intense, you cannot conrtol even your own creative dreams and thoughts. It bes like that sometimes. TRUST and believe. Furthermore, I like how this poem flowed. Only wondered if you flowed like...nahhhh lol
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