The Whispers Of Bonnie And Clyde

Clyde, man we told you this dame is bad news you want to meet      
If it is the same woman, signature, she is loose around these parts, if you know what we mean and known in the bedroom to spreads legs upon the greet      
She was wanted for stealing Dillinger’s loot and his heart      
He had to hunt her ass down to steal it back he had all his manpower on that bounty from the crack of dawn to dark      
Stay away from that madness, she may be a beauty, but bad news, a mirage, an acid trip dream      
Well, whoever sent this letter to his hotel room she intrigues me      
Yeah, do you see his ass still here, waiting, he probably manned the fuck up, came to his senses, checked out to quickly leave      
     
I like the scent she sprayed all over it      
And if it tastes anything like her clit, shit      
Man, wise the fuck up, there is too much money unclaimed, and too many banks we need to hit      
Now when is the next heist, we draw up the blueprints to the Wells Fargo Bank right down the street      
We have been watching the money flow and those chumps do not have the manpower or the heat      
Let me think on this some more, we may need some more fire power      
Round up everyone up and meet me in the saloon in an hour      
You want us to have for you one of Miss. Candy’s gals, those nightly women bring some nasty rain showers      
Na’ll, I want this particular scent      
Well, more for us and it will be money well spent      
Help ya’ll self, my brothers on that dick patrol      
       
Don’t tell us you going to bury your eyes back in the words of that dame’s sexual enticing flow      
Damn man that bitch already got your nose wide open, and everybody sees it, and knows      
     
Later man      
     
Who are you, Ms. Bonnie, your words have me taking cold showers and what woman speaks like this      
And who the fuck are you writing to, to give his eyes a hard dick and a jerk off bliss      
     
I like when your roaming hands worship my tender skin        
Such a soft blanket to touch as souls race toward the wind        
Bathing, lavishing in the blend, as time begins        
In the presence of the heart and the mind        
Sweet passion, the lust of his aura, his strength since the beginning of time        
Kissing upon my suppleness, oh, yes to those midnight Oasis          
Sea salt and milk bathes waiting for your hungry kisses        
Keeping my temple dewy in my pleasure, lickable when his tongue is following that honey streaming path        
Jeweled navel, as you inch lower, lower baby, oh yes, right there papi          
Mm... I know you like the taste of me when my Creole treat is Brazilian waxed        
A Yoruba Goddess aphrodisiac to a Yoruba God when his family jewels are firm, his body relaxed        
        
His sexualsapian nature is what the mind craves        
It’s that alluring aphrodisiac my Chi needs, wants, when he whispers against my inner thigh, “your cunt, taste like peach marmalade”          
Kissing up and down the opening of my pleasure zone        
Lifting my buttocks, you now know where his tongue has made a home        
Gibberish words of passion        
Shh.. but I do like when the language of our sheet is playing its own song        
The thrusting of his desires penetrating at a rapture’s degree, overdosing off our midnight liaisons          
        
Do you remember on my back, my lacy red pair of panties pushed aside        
Then ripped off me        
You couldn’t wait, wetting with the tip, the slip then humping inside        
Lust sneaking up your spine        
Plummeting inside me over and over again, lost to a world time        
Covet my world seen through my eyes        
A naked Eve in a field of Heather imprisoning you between my thighs        
        
Skin soft as a rose petal        
Adorned cushion when your body on top of mine settles        
Your tongue making love to my ear, oh, baby, you keep my mind supple, yoni sloppy and wet          
Each stroke, mm.. my essence to that sliding in and girth of yours, coating        
        
Take me on one of your twilight cruises in the sky        
Indulge your soul inside me, caressing covet, you like my whys        
The warm tip of his tongue dipping in my canal        
My body shuddering, this man got me.. damn and wow        
His fingers, slowly easing inside        
Inhaling, exhaling, the insatiable yearns is a force to covet once the taste of our urges collide          
He leisurely strokes me emotionally, my adore, his amour        
Skin clenched in heightened passion, as my body pleads for more        
        
Skin pleasing skin, yet so smooth        
Binding skin, sailing, sinking, from its internal exploring moves        
Freeze frame, a weakening moment in time        
Moans and groans locked in a depth of silken skin, while making you mine        
The sweet by-and-by of my illicit designs          
        
Sweat combined of its matting reverent time        
Skin glistening, lathered with an emollient of flowers to sniff, such an intoxicating find        
Licked upon, as an orange creamsicle, a creamy center taste of sweet divine        
There’s that mummering in my ear my lips perfection as sweet wine        
Ahh…the skin, such a gift of pleasure        
Releasing within the comforts of its soft sunken treasure        
The merriments of housing a hard ruling measure        
Skin felt upon as a gentle feather      
     
Signed Bonnie      
     
     
     
“That is One Lucky Motherfucker”