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Maybe....Perhaps

   
Maybe        
       
You noticed how      
I inhaled your        
PH balance while we watched      
Oral creampies on        
Porn Hub      
       
I kept my calm as  
I spat a string of deliberate verbiage      
Laced as casual commentary      
Strategically placed here and there...and there      
       
Subliminally soaking your      
Sub-conscious      
Cloaking your mood swings with my mannerisms      
Stroking your intellect      
Seeking to make your pussy wet      
       
With one word at a time      
       
You laid on your stomach in that satin black nightie      
With that phat azz slightly perched      
Waiting to play the victim      
       
Wanting to fulfill your role      
As my midnight vixen      
Eagerly expecting those specific        
Heavy hand slaps      
Yearning for me to take my victory laps      
Inside of you      
 
       
While thinking...musing      
On what other tactics I will be using tonight      
How will you be stretched tonight?    
Which hole{s} will be stretched tonight?    
       
You glanced peripherally      
At my eyes      
You took in my vibe      
Imagining our immediate future      
Throbbing at the unknown      
       
Wondering with        
Shades of innocence and deviousness      
How will you be owned      
After we were done with all of our drinking and smoking      
And pornographic voyeurism      
       
There will be a deep sinking      
Of a familiar thickness  
Of course     
There will be deliberate, calculated choking      
By calloused palms      
       
This you already know      
       
But you sense something else new lurking    
Swarming about my aura      
Warming you...as above....so below      
Like a trickle down erotic      
Jazz session      
       
Leaving you      
Aching with raw feminine spontaneity
Brimming with combustion   
Silently hoping      
       
Perhaps      
       
     
       
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 8th Aug 2022
Author's Note
A mood swing...swung
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