E N J
Only thing I could ever say, about the way I felt the day I got acquainted with E N J.
Thick hips skinny midriff, her feminine was undoubtedly… an acquired taste.
Brown coating, hazel perceptiveness, lips regale the aura of our fanatical kiss.
I grip her hips to take a sip, swaying in the nocturnal tender wind from the potency of her lips.
Warmth comes over; vision continues to diminish, what has descended upon me?
When I beckoned for help, her sweet aroma enticed aid to steady my sway.
Can you identify my body trembling? You fixate your lips to get a repeated taste…Damn E N J.
Mirage mind play, two hearts beating, two sets of lungs breathing.
Awe man… my cognizance’s playing tricks on me.
Addicted to her chocolate kiss; repeated altercations of nocturnal assemblies between we.
Immersed in fire water, resurrected from her holy water… oh the memories.
Hoping they never fade, our assemblies…Damn E N J
Copyright © Maurice Thomas | Year Posted 2017
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