Give 'em what they 'Wanton'

I ain't tryin' to brag

but, I be  the one  for whom

all  the women want to masturbate

spittin' erotic so hypnotic... within the mind it stimulate

‘fore they can stop it, they panties begin to separate

prior apprehensions seem to disintergrate

from the skin on a whim...fingers start to manipulate

the verbal warbles, now it's gettin' hard to articulate

as they cream their honeyed ooze like ejaculate

still-locked, inside ecstasies heaven got 'em  feelin' great

now the pace  increased n'  they pleadin’

DON'T... STOP...  for goodness sake!

yet, they want no pause because

the tremor’s keeps givin’ 'the earth'  shakes

so  ‘pon silent requests I do my thing to keep it
intense while makin' it perculate    

causin' a rise of the thighs to the sky

they so soft in my mouth I nibble dippin' deeply

in between I feed the face

to the middle as it sweet squirts my plate

all fours now, they turn 'round
n' they know I'm bout slap n' pound

drivin' home the hard fact that multi orgasmic

releases are the norm...for which they anticipate...