Its those silent seconds when sensual borders tie,
that I yearn for you to bind me down seductively
with your verbs,
securing metaphoric-rope burns around ankles
readying myself for an orgasmic journey.
Your carnal sighs have got me whispering my dirty secrets
the apex of convulsive climax salaciously pursued.
Not caring mathematically the time it takes you to
turn my dry straight-mane into wet hair,
when you add those spanks that have me erotically-
screaming, “Baby, right….there!”
Alter my stance like a bitch unearthing her bone,
palm sunk in the arch of my back while you lustfully rip it.
Forced from my risqué deepness and spewed
perfectly out while you passionately hit it.
Expecting you to release every bead from my…
syrupy essence, with your ghost thickness-
leisurely exploring intimate places,
and let pleasure resonate in designated spaces
causing the dip in my hips to shift due north,
when you bend me just a little harder,
then flip me forcefully to positional kneel
so my lips can push you a little farther.
Slurping my saccharine-frost off your pompous pride
simmering on that weak-spot, gently sucking the
tip of your mind,
slight brush of teeth, tongue gymnastically folds….
slips, slides under and around
looking up, with hunger in my almond browns
solidifying there’s no denying that my lips.…
were purposely made to enjoy this.
Groans conjugate with moans, echoing aphrodisiac-tic tones
discharging odoriferous highs,
on drenched breasts and ripe nest that plea for…..