Neva Dry & Perverted poetry

Neva Dry
Pink inside textured, but smooth like pudding and cool to whip
I love the sight of wetness between vertical lips
Her hips shaped her like a pear
I swear
Til the wells all dry, I’m ganna be taking time
To take care
 
Perverted Poetry
Perverted Poetry spews from my mind  
 And when it shoots out I’m always sublime  
Perverted poetry is a pleasurable third eye tantric state  
 Not for the masses but those  
 Pursuing sensual perverse escape  
 That feel from the brain down the cerebellum  
 To extensions of dimensions of body parts  
 In harmonious moans which are telling  
 perverted poets have joined in a sexual session  
 doin it well, Working off aggression  
 from physical to mental artistry, Enjoy our session  
 Of perverted poetry