Oh, Sweet Mercy… I Call This Poet, Mr. Mellow Yellow (Scandalous-That Color Has Been Retired And Bronzed)

I do not know what placed the thought in my head for me to wear a sexy yellow thong, trimmed in rhinestones and go out on a blind date    
Door opened… mm… a roguish manly appeal... a hirsute bare chest sealed the deal    

A muscular potential to my smoky colored eyes, time and me do not like delays Passion and desires should never have to wait    
It must have been the chosen color, my scent, my navel piercing, after he told me to raise my dress
Whispering in my ear, “I hope you taste as good as sugar melts”    
Nibbling on my neck, fingering me, jiggling it inside my pussy, smearing my lips    
Savoring the essence when I’m wet    
    
Stepping back, his eyes roaming over my curvaceous physique    
I would love to feel how that width can work when it pleases me, dipping into my dewy mystique
Leaning my hand downward, cupping his semi-flaccid girth
Mm… hard and long, covering my palm, stroking his erection back and forth in my hand for all it’s worth    
    
This poet‘s pleasure principle of passion totally superseded    
That thong will be bronzed, and the mode has been broken
He gave me a bottle of wine he personally made
I still have dreams about that poet and the lesson even when I’m awoken