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Neapolitan Dream

  
(...eat the cake Anna Mae)
   
Neapolitan  
   
the compromise, misleading  
at best  
   
I love the taste of my dick  
with swirls of pussy glaze.....  
   
…...like krispy crème doughnuts under the hot red'light  
   
melting against our lips  
as we kiss each other  
tongues exchanging glances.....  
   
......our breath no longer fresh  
   
legs spread wide  
black cock buried deep inside  
my hips churning butta' love to  
a slow, red hot boil  
as her pot runneth over  
   
(oh to kiss a Raven mid flight........)  
   
no one knows except us  
and we don't care  
these freak-nasty things we do when we're "down" there
   
I mean like.....  
   
our own lukewarm concoction  
creamy white, salty spunk  
peach flambe, sweet sticky honey thang  
with just the right amount of “beep, beep, zip....tang”  
   
you and I  
O, so, tropicalé....  
   
…..loving the smell  
and the haunting memories  
of  
what “we” do to.....  
   
…. create a hot "sex on a platter 4 2"  
   
vanilla, strawberry....chocolate  
funk 49  
the slippery stiction  
(such an oxymoron)  
 
the human kind  
    
(….I can't stop “stinking” about it right now)  
   
Neapolitan.
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
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Author's Note
......a serious flow from the top (maybe the bottom) of my head @ 3:51. My curiousity? Your interpretation of this spill in in the critique, how many of you see just a little bit of yourselves 😇 😈😋
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