Riding On The Bliss Of His Moorish Glory

If I could understand this to explain it to you, I would, but it only happens when I go to sleep        
This brotha I continue to dream about, keeps invading my space, my sheets        
Girl, I keep having these dreams of this chocolate man, and get this, we are taking in the world on a horse, he just telling me all his beliefs, his Moorish ideology, his hope for his people, and he will be the man who fulfil his country’s dreams        
His bedroom prowls, girl I hope with his tongue out and a ready girth, you know us        
That means, how big he is and how he made us feel after he thrust all in the punnai for what it means        
Mm... he is so fine, I could not interrupt this pleasant smelling and good looking King        
He would have overstand if you told him he makes your heart sing        
       
I was in the attire, as he was as well, so strange, why not a dream, how to win the lottery        
Where my love and I can travel the globe, from Earth to across the Seas        
I do believe I was royalty of all known Kingdoms        
Now that is where I had to question the validity, where such information has come        
I inhaled upon the winds, I spoke above the trees as far as the clouds        
I could not believe my fate, when a whisper in return, stated a throne of gold in my future, here and now, wow        
       
And somehow, I ended up behind this attractive Adonis        
No worries, I will allow you to fill in your own story between the blanks, yes, go on and give your mind that dopamine bliss        
Make sure its embracing, and seal it with an enticing kiss        
You ought to hear his voice dialect        
My panties he keeps wet, or my thong drops next        
       
I could close my eyes upon his carpet ride        
On my back, our soul tenderly collides        
In his palms, while wet in the shower, he cradles my buttocks        
The words in the midst of the streams, don't stop      
Or yes, even on a horse        
This stallion so mighty, and how he rides me, he is my nightly choice        
And he was bringing to me, the vividness of his country in such enriching colors you could taste, feel        
Until        
He asked, can he paint me, I was hesitant, but still        
I said, nude and hopefully on a bed        
He said the was the thought upon his head        
       
With a wicked gleam in my eye        
A King taking me on a tour and talking that “I wonder if I asked her, would you let me sniff between the madame’s thighs, would she        
Mm.. please ask me, so I sigh in your emotions as I tease        
Entwine yourself too deep in the appease, the unspoken sentiments, the needful words from the womb of my Creativity as I birth those incantations to your ear        
The wither of the Mandela Effect if the heart or mind is not close enough to hear        
       
He got that bush all down his chin        
That vision treat had me at hello.. hi, then I smiled, but wished I had just spoke        
You know how many tongue strokes to my yoni, his face all in my creamy centered taste        
Sweet mercy, my love, how many now are those        
I lost count once the numbers begin to rose        
       
Mashing his head down on my mound his nostrils buried in my saturated abyss        
Yes... yes, to be with him and experience his loving is a gift          
To wet, that blanket of his hair strands, my back is going to be arched, my curls indented the pillow        
His lips teasing, softly nipping at my soft folds        
Mm.. I have made my own self hot, hum…where is my dildo        
Oh, darn it, I am dreaming here, sitting behind this handsome muscular man        
The Sun rays just beaming all over our natural tan        
       
Looking Afrocentric for the day        
And we look so good together, if I must say        
He is wearing those colors like an arrogant warrior galloping in stride        
Mm.. would love to be the choice to let him just ride, moaning behind his dips and slides        
In and out, up and down, inside, outside        
Like a Panther when he needs to eat his twilight treat      
Then I swear he turned from man to a beast        
I bet he can prowl all over his prey, mmm... make her pay, when they play        
Okay, I agree, no more caffeine for me after five        
       
Oh, let me concentrate        
       
Hellloooo... did you forget girl you were talking to your bestie        
Oh, my goodness, girl you should had said something to let me know you were still there        
You were all into your dreams and talking to air        
You may want to put that in your diary whenever you want to self-please        
You know with that dildo an all        
Girl bye…