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Bittersweet Prototype No. 5
I cover my thighs loosely inside this “golden” surprise
Shall I serenade you my dear? Just a little bit of sultry
sax-o-motion in your ear........and the downbeat starts with a
breath....
…..a tropical ambrosia
steam rising from a cup of
dreams or was it the buzz from
that AK-47 blend; got me in a talespin?
I see
a seductive shade of blue.......got a jones
to do a line of beautiful azz you
Sweet Kitty Cat in “Blue”
can you feel me?
Bittersweet prototype No. 5
share a toke with me before we
embark upon a “slow-motion” ride
giving you just a little head
pushing up slow, lips engorged and
engaged
inching and edging your sweet pussy
until every little part me is resting
knee-deep inside
lopey idle and strokin' slow
baby ain't no-one know where the
nose goes but damn me so horny and our arousal
just have to grow......
….baby, did you feel that?
Bodies wrapped up in a melody
Jazzy and smooth
moving in a slow two-step
tingle rhapsody and I wonder
“.....if it was just my imagination”
or did she really whisper in my left ear
“I wanna' fuck you now, my dear”
….and the melody still lingers on
long after the incessant buzz is gone
My head between your thighs
licking low, licking high
my talented tongue rim riding
Mami's slit
surfboarding the raging waters
that flow across Mami's clit
if I could just decipher her seductive
words and moans.....
…...both of us nearing the danger zone
sorry if I sound just a little bit crass
but we're digitized in slow motion
she 'bout to bust in my mouth
(…..and I'm 'bout to “nutt” all up in that ass)
and the music is winding down
nothing but sensual, ethereal shapes
shifting all around......
….....this metaphysical time and space continuum
trying to keep the screams down to a minimum so,
just
Breathe
I cover my thighs loosely inside this “golden” surprise
Just a little bit of sultry
sax-o-motion in your ear
as the high begins to subside
and Coltrane starts to retreat
from in between Nina Simone's
sighs.....ahh such a strange fruit
Bittersweet
Prototype
No.5
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