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MAHOGANY
I saw her gorgeous silhouette from the back as I approached slowly
she stood regal and sultry like a Godiva liqueur chocolate doll
her leather purse clutched firmly underneath her slender left arm
her right hand laying tenderly on her sweet curvaceous hip and thigh
waffly thin waistline vastly contrasting her cheeky bottom frame
a bodacious plump juicy strawberry delight marinated in chocolat
dressed in all black her dress fitted like a futomaki roll, laid softly
damn I want to taste and savor her like a bottle of Pinot Noir
a mahogany inspired ensemble showcasing her sexy outlined tattoo
a fantasy filled magic wand wielding pixie dust of sprinkling squirting taboos
skin smooth and mocha brown a stark contrast against the black
mesmerized the crowd seemed a blurry shallowly depth of field
before I could utter one word she slowly turns towards me smiling
I thought of Lady Sings the Blues with Diana Ross’s face & hair
a soft spoken voice from the crowd spoke “she’s beautiful isn’t she
every woman wants to be her, even her if she wasn’t already herself
every man wants to own her completely like a trophy displayed on a shelf"
me, I thought deeply, I just want to be her lover-man her piece of happiness
to caress her inner calves and stroke midway inside her warm moist thighs
as her mouth plays a sensual quintet of beautiful erotic squeaky sounds
my hands tenderly groping her erogenous zones like a master clay maker
salivating my desire increases, I crave in weakness to quench the hunger
she tastes exquisitely sweet as she floods and overflows the sides of my face
passionately kissing, she sucks softly on my inner wrist, my palm blissfully licked
my fingers wet from her bronze shimmering soup cooler lips, a fellatio tease
a lovely vision of ravenousness, my principal servant of ill-concealed sensuality
her master of inexpressible overwhelming pleasure and uninhibited sexuality
Mahogany
she stood regal and sultry like a Godiva liqueur chocolate doll
her leather purse clutched firmly underneath her slender left arm
her right hand laying tenderly on her sweet curvaceous hip and thigh
waffly thin waistline vastly contrasting her cheeky bottom frame
a bodacious plump juicy strawberry delight marinated in chocolat
dressed in all black her dress fitted like a futomaki roll, laid softly
damn I want to taste and savor her like a bottle of Pinot Noir
a mahogany inspired ensemble showcasing her sexy outlined tattoo
a fantasy filled magic wand wielding pixie dust of sprinkling squirting taboos
skin smooth and mocha brown a stark contrast against the black
mesmerized the crowd seemed a blurry shallowly depth of field
before I could utter one word she slowly turns towards me smiling
I thought of Lady Sings the Blues with Diana Ross’s face & hair
a soft spoken voice from the crowd spoke “she’s beautiful isn’t she
every woman wants to be her, even her if she wasn’t already herself
every man wants to own her completely like a trophy displayed on a shelf"
me, I thought deeply, I just want to be her lover-man her piece of happiness
to caress her inner calves and stroke midway inside her warm moist thighs
as her mouth plays a sensual quintet of beautiful erotic squeaky sounds
my hands tenderly groping her erogenous zones like a master clay maker
salivating my desire increases, I crave in weakness to quench the hunger
she tastes exquisitely sweet as she floods and overflows the sides of my face
passionately kissing, she sucks softly on my inner wrist, my palm blissfully licked
my fingers wet from her bronze shimmering soup cooler lips, a fellatio tease
a lovely vision of ravenousness, my principal servant of ill-concealed sensuality
her master of inexpressible overwhelming pleasure and uninhibited sexuality
Mahogany
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