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Image for the poem Etching Her Graf (.....like a tatoo)

Etching Her Graf (.....like a tatoo)

              
“I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you              
I'd, I'd like to paint a picture for you...... (Corrine Bailey Ray)
             
               
Waffled here upon my “Purple” divan   
my broad "back against the wall"           
supporting all this “all male naked splendor”              
spaceX is ready to “stick” the landing              
Am I dreaming?......you holding my “pocket-rocket” tightly              
in your hands and              
               
Reading your “prose” I'm touching down; 'bout to explode              
               
you edge me through                
your myriad              
thoughts and "dirty"deeds,              
exacerbating this hunger, peaking my sexual needs              
holding this joystick in my hands              
peering through a voyeurs eyes              
long legged, shapely thighs my, my, my      
how you "work the damn stick in my ride"              
               
a beauteous bleu bitch in heat  ("....twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun")              
               
“...standing straight on the axis of ecstasy, selfishly pleasing me,              
caressing is key, squeezing between, unlocked edging projectile cream,                
pulsating in heat flash                
throbbing puckered hole in my ass, [Oooooo shid]              
every nerve is shaking holding the shaft while masturbating, arousal surfacing the highest peak, haven’t met a human yet.....                
               
…that matches my inner freak”
             
             
(“.....tell them that it's Human Nature”)  U haven't met "me"            
             
The cold steel of her quill pen,              
it's blackened ink flows freely              
against melanin-skin              
painting a story for the ages        
speak to my lascivious desire        
to indulge in "Caligulan Sins"              
               
her naked sensuality got me              
up 🍆 and coming             
The fire rages.......(I'll write the song 4 U)          
your svelte hands will turn the pages              
               
...like a "natural man" caught up in the throes              
of a "natural woman's" curled “moon toes” (how my fingers love to play in your teeny weeny Afro)....        
                 
....beating each other's meat              
between these cool linen sheets.   Mmmmm, the “landslide” done brought us down              
               
(Red, painted toes pressed against white walls-----apply pressure)              
               
4 U ZΦB
 
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
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