Black Passion

Trailing Her lips with the tip of my tongue... as her body becomes... a must as her legs wrapped like clover, daisies, phrases of sentence describing our lovely... full of these undying thought of sexual exudes... secreting her juices while mine create confusion... losing myself in her something and capturing her in nothings....

Blazing with untamed fire the amplification is what keeps us goin' strong...as what could be might be just lust but its mos def a must... as no amount of poetry could paint a vivid picture of your skin next to mine rhyming like the scheme and repeating like alliterations... binding our bodies into spiraling whirlwind of passionate afro-centric mention... past what thee ancestors in visioned...