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Booty Call

one simple phone call    
can orchestrate her body    
into submission    
   
sub-lime    
   
she likes our late-night rendezvous    
when i slow drip her my moon-lit monologues    
through poetic IV's.streaming thru her blood  
slaking her intellect    
as my Big Band condenses    
into tight humid spaces    
privatized by my pirate's eyes    
she squirms..envisioning me peering at her    
through a familiar dark..    
from a distant somewhere..steering her mood swings...    
turning her pussy into a Baby Grand piano    
my favorite Jazz instrument..Ebony and Ivory keys    
pleasing the senses as    
she fingers herself...per my instructions    
belly to bed..spreading that phat azz    
the tempest between her hips swinging to my tempo    
cumming to sweet fruition    
to the resonance of my piercing voice..    
validating her deepest intuition    
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 23rd Jul 2024
Author's Note
Inspired by pic...and memories.
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