Allow my words to be like magic,/ my hands and fingers like inspecter gadget!/
Caressing every inch of your smooth brown skin./ Your mind locked-in./ Each syllable is
like the sweetest taste of sin;/ and with this pen,/ I write you an eternal melody./ R U feeling
me?/ Then make me feel like a man./ Take my hand,/ and lay with me,/ let our poetry/
unite/ so bright/ the passions flame./ I won't stop/ til you reach the top,/ and scream my
name!/
My butterfly kisses trace your hipline./ Pure pleasure along the core of your spine./
Your salty nectar tastes divine./ Our bodies intertwine./ So warm is your sunshine!/ Your
words are almost feline./ Such music we make./ You whisper "I'm not sure how much more
I can take!"/
You cum while on top of me./ A sudden jolt and you're back to reality./ Looking down
at each sentence I wrote./ You can still feel my soft kisses along your throat./ You're so
moist beneath your housecoat!/ Your thoughts float back to my love note,/ and you can still
feel every inch of me!/ This eternal melody!
Categories:
hipline, passion
Form: Free verse