Le Consommé..........(a collab feat. Rain1Courtel and MusicallyMrM)

"Stir it up  
Little darlin'  
Stir it up.  
Come on and  
Stir it up  
Little darlin'  
Stir it up............... c'mon"  
 
   
I know what lies there deep between your thighs  
And I never thought you'd want me to share  
The wonder that hides there.....  
Between your thighs.  
   
Caramel, Sable, rich deep and very able  
To bring a king such as I right down to my knees  
In wonder with just a little taste  
Of what lies between your thighs.......  
   
.......pure, full blooded thoroughbred,  
Legs that housed the thickest chocolate  
were lethal to many eyes,  
Fewer enjoyed the pleasure,  
Of them resting upon their shoulders.  
   
Tormented senses with what was between,  
warmth protruding from within  
Clogging of your mind  
Forcing your hands to trace...  
the smoothness of my landscape,  
the one that Mother Nature created  
just for me.  
   
   
"I'll push the wood  
Then I blaze ya fire;  
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire.  
Said, I stir it every  
Every minute  
All you got to do, baby  
Is keep it in, eh............."  
 
   
I've craved it. I've wanted it  
I've dreamed it and  
I've felt it's power  
Plush and wet  
Hot as a liquid fire; full of desire to......  
   
...be filled-from the rim to  
the very depths of your core  
To be stroked ever so slowly, so gently  
Wanting more  and  more..........  
   
.....of this black king.  
   
To be made wet- let it rain, let it rain  
I savor your precious nectar again and again and again  
My words massaging your deepest pleasures  
Strong hands holding your greatest treasure  
   
Making your cultured pearl throb and pulsate  
Causing your hips to undulate    
The rhythm.......  
   
.......a perfect compliment to  
all my love that awaits........  
   
"Quench me when I'm thirsty  
Come on and cool me down, baby  
Your recipe is so tasty..........  
......when you show and stir your pot, ooooooooh"  
   
Heat vibrating against your hands,  
Carefully shifting, opening my thighs,  
Slowly invade my secret haven.  
I feel your fingers gently seducing............  
   
.........massaging what lies between.  
   
Muted voices, replaced with gently whispered moans  
my desire for you flows sweetly  
Tongue having an intrusive effect,  
Occupying my honey well.....  
....tasting away my foreseen satisfaction.  
   
Hands clasped around your head,  
directing you deeper for a private conversation.  
Your tongue spoke beautifully,  
Stirring up my passion.  
Making my thighs take hostage your face...  
...restraining you there where you lick.  
   
Soft sighs of pleasure escapes my lips,  
Kissing my inner thigh, inhaling my essence.....  
......brought forth a craving within your shaft,  
an aching throb that hurt with pleasure.  
Lusting and longing to feel the rapture .....  
   
.........of what's between my thighs.  
 
   
Plunging deeply in between your heaven on earth  
Holding me deep inside. Taking from me every drop  
of creamy, warm, soothing nectar I possess inside of me.  
Drowning me........killing me softly with your  
sweet, siren song.  
   
Riding every single, blissful wave that exist between you and I  
between those beautiful,thick  
caramel-candy colored thighs.  
   
I can feel you,  
I want to reach out and touch you.  
Forgetting the past--eliminating the apprehensions  
Loosing all fears.  
Those blinding insecurities..........  
   
.......and simply embrace you, hold you , feel you  
squeeze you - get inside you.  
Spread my poetic love all around u  
   
Cause I know what lay nestled between those thighs......  
that which I thought I was not worthy to have and know- but I still know  
The constant craving between those luscious, caramel-cream thighs.......    
.....powers in which only a queen can possess.  
   
I know and want what lies between    
your beautiful thighs...........  
   
So can you and I......  
     Can you and me can...  
               we.....  
               "Stir It Up ?"  
   
   
Authors Note (Thanks to the spirit of the late, great Rasta Bob Marley; for a certain clandestine 6:30 convo with "K" and to Rain for her startling "deja vu" creating this deliciously seductive gumbo)