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From the very top of my oil-sheen laidened braids,

    to the very bottom of my clean-cut burnt tan feet

            moves a shiverin',

                   a shudder,

                    and a shake

              of this pre-manhood body.

      

      Mmmmmm......the humidity of this muggy Carolina

                            sun-chocked air

                           got me jonzin',

                          got me achin',

                         and I say it got me thankin'......

                     'bout doin' some thangs that'll have me

                       thankin' 'bout these same thangs long

                        after I've done these thangs with a

                         mmmmmm......erotic desire to do some

                         thangs like thangs have never been

                                    done before!



With a body quakin' from sexual tension and an imagination

leading my five senses, plus a sixth one, into the land of:

  "cum again, cum again, we'll make you cum twice again!"

         I fantasize about lickin' flesh and kissin'

       flesh, colored by high-yellow honeycombs, that

         tricks my taste buds into salivatin' over a

             skin lotion that is far from edible.

                        

                       Kinky twists,

                  tapestry-designed braids,

                      and brown dreads

              sand-blasted with a hint of red;

          all three are enough to make this fantasy

         end and transfer my soul to a more realistic

           setting where I'm testin' my Black man

              stamina on one of each individual

                    with one of each hairstyle

                      at one of each time of the same day.



Yet, no earthly setting is more realistic than the scene of

  a young Black male, 17 1/2 years old with oil-sheen laidened

            braids and clean-cut burnt tan feet,

                        

                        Letting my fingers

                              prance

                          their way down

                      this pre-manhood body

                       to the beat of time

                         counting down to  

                      my 18th birthday and

                        Letting my fingers

                              S T O P

                     to slip under the lining

                         of my drawers and

                       Letting my right hand

                     take hold of that somethin'

                         that throbs beyond

                        9 inches when X-rated

                     images flash before my eyes

                        begging me to keep on

                       doin' what I've already

                               started.



U P & D O W N ; D O W N & U P

   this guilty pleasure is most definitely keepin' this

       somethin' between my legs U P!

                 How can I stop myself?

              How can I stop enjoying this?

         How can I stop clinching my pillow with

                 a straining left hand?

                         I can't.

                     because as long

                 as I'm doin' some thangs

               that'll have me thankin' bout

             some thangs long after I've done

               these thangs.....I'll always

                 have an erotic desire to

                do some thangs like thangs

               have never been done before!