Casarah Nance

Intense lover turned Dedicated mother Outstanding energetic passionate writer I try to out do her But she does it way better Truly her pen is a endless Ink spilling musical feather And when we get together We bring the house down Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather Superhero villain stripper On pole dancing paper I'm just her boy toy side kick clown Don't get in her way Because shell give you a lyrical beat down No longer a princess But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown Photo glamorous Photo fabulous In photographs looking dangerous Igniting my hormone furnace Exciting to see her in photos Damn she looks so vicious Tigress posing with hardly any clothes Looking so freaking freaky delicious Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress Maybe one day with live action eyes I can witness the surprise Of her slowly undressing And touching that white womanly softness Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice Eyes cold and penetrating like ice And I want to take my time and taste I want a nice health slice of the prize She has me soaring, flying Through erotica skies Taking me out of my comfort zone To a shame free sexy place She's strong and brave A bondage sex kitten slave Wild hell cat from outer space And when we start to chat She puts my mind in a craze In a rave blushing from my face Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush Enjoying wave after wave of lust I just want to club her over the head And take her back to my man cave She needs a vacation anyways Zombie mommy Twenty four seven Always with a straw and a pot of coffee Three hundred sixty five Off to work, oh her aching body engine Struggling with life but happy to be alive And what a heaven like body A body of work of erotic photography And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry Do not question Don't underestimate her atomic potency Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy Creating miracles with word written alchemy I know so much but she's still a mystery