Clouds (Morning Joe)

Poem written by Mr Mahogany Wood himself, the Magically Mr M
My words and thoughts scattered few and far between, like clouds in his full cup of coffee. An honor to be heard in any way through My Sexual Sensei, poet voice. My Kings master pen.

Clouds (Morning Joe....)
 
“....I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee”
 
spinning lazily  
around and around  
turning from ebony black  
to tan and brown........  
 
…..I dream
 
of legs and thighs  
entwined, misaligned  
fitting perfectly imperfect  
beneath diamond printed sheets  
 
...baby puff softly touching me
 
“You walked into my party King  
Like you were walking onto a yacht......”
 
and suddenly  
so tender, so intimately  
hands awash in sable-scented oil,  
touching you, touching me  
 
hands abreast, nipples growing hard  
torso tense and tremblin'  
hands grasp covers as if to guard  
 
“….the queens crown jewels”
 
I caress and massage her tender flesh  
grasping hold her perfect breast  
holding her erotic desires  
under duress........  
 
that's just the way  
that she grasp hold of my cock  
firmly stroking it's length  
moistened hands hold tight to  
“the rock”  
 
'tis bliss....
 
….and tender moans.  
my hands can't seem to  
leave her  
bountiful  
breast  
alone
 
rigid nipples stand against  
the warm palms of my hands  
she pulls back and forth upon  
the soulful *root* of her man  
 
“….drip, drop, drip drippity drop”
 
her torso rippled  
caught up in the throes  
my hands slip beneath the covers  
my body burns and tingles,  
hypnotized by the curling of her blue,painted toes....  
 
...and legs sliding from beneath the sheets
 
the two of us caught up  
in a disco heat,  
never before, studio 54  
her hips groove, my throbbin' meat  
moving to a hellish beat  
 
...bailé
 
we dance  
my hands find her  
vulva's cleft  
fingers split dew drop lips  
tantalizes her swollen pearl.......shit  
“7 cum 11” in just a little bit  
 
her grip upon the rock  
becomes stronger still  
faster and faster  
a moment in time so damned surreal  
 
moans now so primitive,
so animal  
my mouth waters like a starved cannibal (she gives me fever....)
her body seizes hard
perhaps, could it be  
legs spread wide open  
sturm en drang  
tension and release.......baby
 
“...Expelling heaps of my vanilla cream  
Clouds you're my coffee ,  
clouds you're my coffee and...”
 
….her stealthy stride upon my  
cock, I no longer can contain  
cascading hot rounds of sperm  
drench her breast,  
dripping down from  
her lips
and her  
dark,  
kinky  
mane
absolutely insane
 
“...get my rocks hot and off my King  
Aye papi,  Vanilla cream  
Clouds in your coffee  
Clouds in your coffee.....”
 
spinning lazily  
around and around  
turning from ebony black  
to tan and brown........  
…..I dream  
 
“….there were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee
 
 
 
(“your elegant, masturbatory pen sends me on trips  
of imagined thick black dips into my dee dee  
With your sex voo doo, I plunge into me..” )....Calamity Gin speaks