How have you been, tell me the news,
first, where did you buy those kinky shoes?
Victim of fashion, prisoner of fad,
for better or worse, mad about it, good or bad.
Heard you're doing fine, have it made,
but, when did you get those slinky shades?
Modern mode, sartorial style, captured by trends,
it goes on for ever and never ends.
What have you done, relate all the facts,
now, where did you find that fancy hat?
New York, London, what's in what's not,
Paris or Rome, who calls the shots?
Moving up in the world, you have a chance,
tho', when did you purchase those swanky pants?
Who knows what goes on behind the scenes,
in all those glossy magazines?
sell your used panties
a profitable venture -
it's not about stocks
exclusive haven
dirty laundry - solution -
a special fetish
passion for fashion
kinky hair halo for head
smiles styles black green red
Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly-
after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately-
whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully;
yet suffocated moans and screams pierced discordantly
heavy silence.
The now despised and trembling cold embrace
lost its hold, thus allowed discoloured hands to bring it over the edge,
clouded head hitting the hard, wet surface - screams amplifying-
drops from his hair falling on contorted, pale face
mingled with the infinity of pure particles and rosy paint.
Time remained in its place after the moans ceased to pollute tranquility
while witnessing the spasming body beneath
and crimson blending, overtaking and spreading into vitality;
cynical gaze never faltered.
I love you funny Valentine at all cost
All your bad habits I laugh them off
How you wear your clothes a certain style
Boisterous of course with colors loud
I love you funny valentine yes I dare
Speak to you kind love your kinky black hair
And in the eve your peace is with me
Despite the rat race and warring in street
I love you short I love you tall
And in between I love you all
Love your licorice laugh and your chocolate eyes
And when mad love your ego and pride
And when you’re bad love your candy lies
Running so fast with your caramel thick thighs
I love your tears you keep inside
When you let them out we both cry
Love you past present future days
Love you young and as you age.
Even when you betray love you still I will not shade
We all can be real and make mistakes
Funny Valentine my love is your fate.
Aik moriya pul pay
Charha mujhay lul pay
Maar meri khul kay.
She brought her bestfriend
Said they're from the West End
We all dancing and jumping
Rum is the flavor we intend
You should se the way their bodies bend
Both their booties bumping
My house is where I brought both of them
Life is too short to not be twisted up in bestfriends
No talking going on
Mouths are moving but no words are coming out
If this was the Olympics I would have won
Rear ends thick and stout
Bodies squirming and giggles r being let out
They do me together
Can't decide with one is better
They're naughtier together
They call me whenever
On the regular
Both of them take this pipe
Keeping theirselves tight
Making eachother feel right
Tonight and every other night
Don't stop 'til they see daylight
Euphoria in their sight
Already made plans for another night
Screams and moans leaking out of the room
Neighbors hate when we have a menage a trois
Some friends of a kinky couple,
Were stoic to hear they tied the knot
But when realizing they meant married,
Their astonishment was quite a lot!
Virgin breasts
With pure black brown orbs,
Nipples heaven pointed,
Pure black brown lips
All covered in honey skin
Kinky;
Iced with advanced enhanced
Resolute octopus brains
What more could I want!
This ain't no flattery
I love the way you dance;
It's like the sound
Of your zipper in the
Strip tease:
There when pants are
Erased like pencil work on paper.
Little black boy and little black girl wear your natural hair with love.
For years we have been told that our natural hair was kinky, nappy,
bad, and ugly but the truth is our natural hair is strong and beautiful.
Little black boy and little black girl wear your natural hair with love
wear your lion's mane and let the world hear you roar.
For years we have been told our natural hair was kinky, nappy, bad, and ugly
but the truth is our natural hair is strong and beautiful.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Get the hand cuffs,
Bring on the rope,
I'm ready for a kinky slope,
So let's just elope,
Lets intwine our bodies together,
Get some cherries and whip cream,
Layer it on our bodies,
use our tongues,
Hand cuff you to the bed,
Tie your legs down,
Use my tongue,
And let it just slide around,
I'll start with a deep kiss,
Passionate and sweet,
Move to the front of your neck,
And gently use my teeth,
The tip of my tongue,
Across the middle of the chest,
Circling the centers,
As they become hard,
Watching your body,
As goose bumps start,
Slide my fingers along your sides,
You start to squirm,
Trying to free yourself,
But your not that strong,
I get to your belly,
Kissing softly,
As I slide one hand on your thigh,
Grabbing your junk,
pushing and caressing,
Still moving,
As I guide it in my mouth,
Running my tongue all over,
As I shove it deep,
Listening to you breath heavy,
Tugging your arms,
Trying to move your legs,
But your still not that strong,
Reaching over to let the rope loose,
Reaching for the hand cuffs,
And letting you go,
You grab ahold of me,
Laying me back down slow.........
Little black boy and black girl wear your natural hair with love
For years we have been told that our natural hair was kinky, nappy, bad, and ugly
But the truth is our natural hair is strong and beautiful
Little black boy and black girl wear your natural hair with love
Wear your lion's mane and let the world hear you roar
For years we have been told that our natural hair was kinky, nappy, bad, and ugly
But the truth is our natural hair is strong and beautiful.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
If love is just a game we need a referee
If SEX is just a game I want instant replay
She stole my heart and as a result, I became a heartless person
SO, when I asked her to have a heart she said “Heck no, I already got two!"
I was captured and tortured in The Battle of the Sexes but must admit I rather enjoyed it
*Submitted for the contest 'When One Line is Never Enough' sponsored by Bev Smith
Well and I Get A Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff
You do to me, the way you blow and stick your tongue
In my ears, the way you spank me and make me
Beg for more, the way you pour honey all over my body
And lick me clean ooh wee well I Get a Kick Outta
All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, the way you kiss
And bite my neck, the way you tickle me 'til I almost
Piss myself, the way you tie me to the bed and run ice
Down my happy trail just sends me into orbit well and
I know you get a kick out of it yourself especially when
You use that toy on me; I swear you get into it as much
As I do...I've never had such an innovated lover before
Ooh wee baby, oooh wee I Get a Kick, I Get a Kick
Outta All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, ooh wee
Ooh wee baby I want more, more, more yeah make
Me sore, I Get a Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff!
hell fire desires running wild
like a passion driven hot rod with burning tires
scorching licks of frenzied lust
whip raw touches that spontaneously self combust
pressurized slowness yielding euphoric smoke with every thrust
finger flicking flickery teasing and pleasing pink pleasures
peeping erotic natures in search of lost wet treasures
hardy hints of intense mixed sexual scents
resurrects the untamed within to go instinctively hell bent
standing tall like a hairy savage walking erect
smooth cruise control piston pumping action
X-rated planet transmitting listen to deep space orgasmic satisfaction
naughty nude bodies being slapped by massive tide waves of ecstasy
forever love fantasies pulverized into countless particles
and scattered across the endless galaxies
extreme tenderness under a ripe mythological moon
indulge on each others spirits using a soul stealing spoon
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