Oh how I long to hold you. It seem like its been for ever since I was able to embrace your beautiful body in my arms. To see the curves of your body glisten in the moon light. As your lips softly caress mine. Oh how I hunger for when our bodies become one as our passion unites. There is nothing more enchanting to me then the touch of your hand as it caresses my skin. As your eyes scream you need me. Slowly as I begin my descent, kissing every inch of your curves as my tongue explores attentively over your left nipple. As the smell of your aroma excites me. My hunger grows. As I patiently take my time to tease you, heading closer to the treasure below. I can feel your body begin to quiver from the anticipation that awaits. My hand begins to caress your left thigh ever so sightly touching what lies in between. I gaze up to look into your eyes. Softly whispering you're truly the most beautiful sight that I've ever seen... I love you. Then after one final kiss I dive deep in treasure below, slowly but firmly running my tongue across the rose petal that awaits. To find your sweet and delightful taste of honey dew pouring out across my pallet. Making me hunger for so much more.Now with my fingers in play the juices flow harder as the waterfall begins. I'm patiently trying to keep your legs open as your body moves with every touch. Your moans are louder then ever. I pull you even closer... Whispering you're not done yet.. I`ve only just begun. |
In her valley he walk down the paths
Open the two doors n walk down
Valley of the river da valley of home
The valley of two sweater
Da play ground of joy
Nature knows it all
Here comes a stream rolling down
In her valley! in her valley!!
He walks through n swim home.
When days go by and I don't get any of that magic stick
I start to feel just a little bit sick
For you to leave my sheets clean
Borders on unthinkably mean
Once a week used to be enough for me
But after I met you, I started craving your touch constantly
Your lips on my neck
Your tounge wondering below deck
The thrill of your thrust
Quickly becoming a pleaseurable must
Didn't you know that this milk was a package deal, along with the cow,
Great news, huh, wow
African Woman
She moved through time adorned proud
as a Nubian Princess, more delicately prized
than porcelain cups filled with spiced, Angolan
coffee. Mesmerizing chestnut elegance, intensity
that could have captured Tutankhamen by crushing
any man’s supremacy when riding his royal chariot,
subjecting every surviving wonder in the ancient
world to the majestic, glorious reign befitting
the superior grace of a superb ebony queen.
Tall as a Masai warrior, astonishingly long
postured legs, smooth like craftsman polished,
chalcedony onyx, supple as richly applied lanolin
to freshly bathed, chocolate skin. Commanding hair
naturally colored raven – soft as sable chinchilla,
crowning her head as it were the naughty black
empress of a color laden Atlantis. A tan sex paradise
with her body angelically revealing beneath fiery
lingerie, having its own erotic love stories to tell.
Eyes were the envy of sweet cream splashed
with Sarsaparilla. A glowing resemblance to oculars
from a panther looking into radiant moonbeams;
luring as a beckoning lighthouse guiding men
gone months with only masturbation to gentle
comforts of her open shores. As if still sailing
the rousing intensity of a tumultuous storm, you
dare not jump from the wakes of her cradling thighs
until the lustful ride comes to a complete stop.
The palms of her hands seemed sun blanched
into perfect shore biscuits. Silver dollar seductions –
elegantly chic, timeless as the pyramid value jewels
that garnished her sleek, mocha-colored fingers,
as I became helplessly seduced by a carnal women
more worthy than gleam from her ivory teeth;
radiantly seething whenever she smiled. Pink-lush
lips provocative as strawberry wine hosting a stellar
bare-skin evening, dark as our forbidden romance.
I would dare not label her a vixen, coupled with
being much too vogue and glamorous to be called
a brunette pussy cat. Still, the fluff of her natural
beauty was overwhelming, a nude man’s intimate
acquiescence to a hard fatal attraction, until falling
quick like a drunken Caucasian. Seduced russet-
breast crazy by the Lorelei of a siren’s song; offering
one more teasing gallop, but no amnesty … for
the slave trading conduct of my racist ancestors.
Thus, in a simmering moment I fell helplessly
bound to the magical fertility of a sensual, bronzed
lady. A glowing brown female turning barren desert
into a flowering oasis, complete with hot springs,
orchids, pomegranates and waterfall. Kissing me
without shame or doubt, frolicking stark naked to
reggae music between satin sheets, demonstrating
nothing said or done, can ever, honestly compare
to making love … with an African woman.
Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat,
the 13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,
true hocus strokus power when I use my magic wand,
when upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder song.
These oral capabilities that tangle with the gods,
just wrap your legs around my love of flesh and made as hard,
as concrete in the city jungle, let me splash and rain,
with multiplistic pleasures only you will ascertain.
The body of a goddess hottest motions we'll divide,
and feelings warmer than the hottest ocean when inside,
your core of molten lava java with a drop of milk,
your nectar sweet as sugar woman, not a drop I'd spill.
While swimming in the heavens you and I collide as one,
the brownest colors sparkle when your eyes align the sun,
for I'm your Mr. Wizard but our show aint for TV,
it's not for K-I-Ds the grown and onlyest is we.
I know that you are captivated by my strokus spell,
your chances of escape are like a snowball's chance in hell,
your cool demeanor melts so fast into a running stream,
my tongue will lap your essence up, a vivid stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry Potter but I will not make a flick,
you're dealing with The Cunning Linguist, lemme take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll stamp you like an envelope in jail,
the magic spells I cast will do much more than open mail.
In fact extinguish all the lights, upon your walls I'll write,
graffiti in Tahiti, we will bounce and ball all night,
because I'm a magician known for tricks and slight of hand,
with mentalist illusion yes I am the rightest man.
Before I end this baby I will get down on my knee,
and pledge undying love to you for all the years I breathe,
it's more than just the magic of the stroke that drives you wild,
don't ask me how I do it, it's that hokus strokus style.
©2011
Can I lick a sweet whipped topping from your crevice slow?
And I mean excavating your entire crevice hole,
it might feel weird at first but just lay back, don't be afraid,
it may feel like you have to pee, that means I could get sprayed,
with juices of arrival I don't mind it not one bit,
in fact if you don't squirt then I don't mind if hot cum drips,
or oozes aint no losers in the plans I seek to meet,
so let me ask you one thing baby, can I be your freak?
You see I surely wonder if I may can fill the role,
of shooting guard on any given night I'd fill the hole,
with 3-point shots and alley oops but I don't dish assists,
I'd grab the board and stuff it home when dishing you this dick.
The candles burn for hours to the plate the wax is soft,
no need for any dressing but your salad I will toss,
if what I'm saying bothers you then tell me to get lost,
cause otherwise the only thing I'm gettin you is off I'm askin....
Can I cum inside of you? We'll watch it leaking out,
no shame's my claim to fame your man will kneel and eat it out,
then tongue you down cause honestly I just don't give a fuck, there's no part of body that my mouth won't lick or suck.
My word to you is bond that's straight one hunnit guaranteed,
I know just what you need cause darlin I'm that man indeed,
so think and answer truthfully don't dance around for weeks,
I gotta know so tell me baby, can I, be your freak?
©2010
I woke up in the AM with a smile stuck to my face, excitement of the subconscience, you're coming to my place,
we haven't seen each other in uhm, 3 to 6 long weeks, the weatherman predicts this day as sticky thick on heat.
The index may just see a yard before it's 10 o'clock, and humid like the depths of Hades, baby swimmin hot,
until bout 12 o'clock that's midnight, things like this remain, but even that won't keep me from positoning your frame.
It's been a while for both of us to think or reminisce, on top of that the central air AND sink are on the fritz,
a visit from your sis prohibits your house as the stage, so one way or the other, both of us are gonna blaze,
the essence of our bodies while we do what grownups do, I get my cleanup on with knowledge you'll show up at 2,
and when I see you standing there I'm so in love with you, emotions overwhelm me but I know just what to do.
The air is very stuffy with the windows open wide, I ask if you'd prefer to go outside and take a ride,
the look that's in your eyes reflect a lustful state of mind, our mouths embrace and finds our tongues have claimed a place inside.
The heat resigns the both of us to take off all our clothes, I kiss away a bead of sweat that slow rolls down your nose,
the bed seems like a million miles away so down we go, to roll around the floor but yo, the carpet's clean fa sho.
It feels as though the Devil sits and watches in the flesh, our torsos are contorted and severely washed in sweat,
which we don't mind a bit, the loving sets our mind adrift, like ocean liner ships we sail a sea of finer bliss.
The heat is now titanic, feels like sandwich meat we breathe, you stand me up with ease to then descend like night degrees,
you see, me being me, can't let you do it all this time, increased oppressive heat recipric'lly we 6 this 9.
To dine this way is something like a meal fit for a king, I'm purring like a kitten whilst I'm licking up your cream,
and no it's not a dream, we're wide awake and steamin out, I'll call you ice cream cone the way you melt and cream my mouth.
You then are quick to mention that I offered you a ride, your skills to clutch a stick are of an automotive style,
like Yukon trucks and Escalades, you're of the highest end, you hop up like a rabbit as my carrot slides right in.
The heat increases moisture so of course you're dripping wet, you steer your hips with vigor til your forehead's dripping sweat,
about my neck and facial features straight into my eyes, I'm blind as I arrive releasing frion up inside.
A Gatorade will work for me as water works for you, we've both decreased our weight a pound or maybe even 2,
to hear the sudden woosh of central air is peachy sweet, we turn it off to get it on cause nothing beats the heat.
©2011