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     Lambd Rating: N/A |
Don't let me bore you. Or make you nap for awhile. I want to talk about a dream and your crooked-toothed smile. About your wide, sexy eyes, and the wrinkle in your nose. I can't tell the dirty parts, unless I tell it in prose. If you don't want to hear it, too bad, cause here it goes. I could speak of your mouth, or that crazy ass grin. I could 'jone' on your forehead, or the fold in your chin. I could talk and talk and wear your ass thin. But I'd much rather speak on sweat, lust and sin. Sure, I could speak on your lips when they're pursed. Or when they're wet like a kiss, but that's not my kind of verse. It's December 1995, it's icy, and it's cold. I can feel you while I sleep. Am I being too bold? In my bed, we are naked. I can feel the roundness of your butt. You keep pressing it firmly against my naked gut. My nature keeps rising with incredible strain. So I enter your body without any pain. Because you are soaked, wet, and horny as hell. Your mind is set to get it hard and make it swell. From the back I work out. We got everything wet! I think you like this dog. You make him your pet. But you want to get on top. You whisper, 'Let me ride.' I can't say no, so I move to the side. Now I lay on my back and keep your knees high. You keep grinding til you climax and let out a sigh. I was glad that you finished. You were glad that you rode. I had to get behind you. I was about to explode. Now, I'm riding again. And you are my horse. I'm just about to come...and I wake up, of course. | ||
| Sis. Shiree Sarana Rating: N/A |
Brotha Lambd, Whewwwww! This piece certainly is not short on directness. I don't know anyone who could stay cold after reading this piece. Uhhh lala have mercy! Peace & Blessings Your Sister In The Word Sis. Shiree Sarana |
