Bitten by Smitten

Bitten  by  Smitten
Stroking  that  kitten
Moving  in  mangroves
Swung  low,  to and  fro
We  see-saw,  more  and  more
Starting  on  beds,  onto  floors
Up  against  trees,  till  moving  leaves
Cool  breeze,  relieves  our  openings
Closing  shop,  pulling  shades  for  days
Still  rocking  in  chairs,  groovin’  to  sway
Who  dat  yellin’  til  screaming  loudest
Let  the  neighbors  knock,  to  try  to  stop  us!
 
On  to  showers,  strumming  the  flower
Water  bill  rising,  til  fluids  drain  out
No  hurry  to  leave,  while  still  coming
In  public  places,  making  uck!  faces
Catching  selfies,  poking  lips  exposed
In the fold,  butt  wide  open  to  smack
Diggin’  that  push  back,  fighting  back
Staying  freaky,  even  while  completely  clothed,  
 Rug  burnin’,  twisting  on  to  new  turns  in
Moving  fast  to  slow  jams,  body  motion  like  jelly
Rippling  belly,  dancing  to  kisses,  mirrors  witness
Boy  oh  boy  do  I  miss,  Miss  Kitty’s,  pink  oysters
I  ‘member  how  I  use  to  hoist  her,  straight  hair  to  curls
She  knew  just   the  thing,  to  push  buttons,  to  ring  bells
I  swell,  before  even  being  hittin’  ‘pon,  pulling my  charms….
Pop  was  the  easel,  where  these  sheets  expressed , virtuosity
Making  art  with  steady  strokes,  fed  by  mutual  curiosity
Ratcheting  up  in  searing  viscosity,  back  scratching  in  grooves
Like  DJs  catching  break  parts,  bedsprings  bouncing,  we  booming
Zoom,  Zoom-in,  all  up  in one  another’s  ecstasy,  until  left right  lazy
 
I  remember  them  ways,  we  played,  cuz  just  reminiscing still  has  me,
 throbbing  all  crazily, even still…… first  and  last  is  all  I’ll  ever  remember……
all that 2b ever  wriiten…. Bitten  by  Smitten!