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7/15/20

Babygirl




One hand disappears beneath black lace, 

the other hand caresses skin, 

one hand explores wet buried treasure, 

the other hand explores sin,

one hand rubs a precious pearl,

one hand grabs her chin,

one hand places 2 fingers inside,

the other hand keeps her moans in,

one hand is covered in cream, 

now one hand is getting jealous,

both hands spread her thighs and now the tongue is over-zealous,

one hand presses the flesh of her gspot,

one tongue slurps circles around her clit,

one hand plays with her nipples,

one hand into her mouth for spit,

2 hands spread her lips so the tongue can fully wrap around,

one girl's body begins to shake and convulse as she squirts and both hands pin her down

one tongue doesn't stop but welcomes a new orgasm into the world,

and now both hands are a mess from fingering babygirl. 

Wet Kisses

Warm between my thighs I can feel your lips painting watercolor kisses against my canvas of love,

The way my Niagara Falls when you touch me sends frequencies through my body higher than the stars,

Kiss that spot right there and watch my enchanted forest bloom

ever so effortlessly,

Smell the aroma of intense love making that fills the air so sweet and gentle,

Mmm baby your wet kisses give me a thrill I never felt before, 

Each time your tongue reaches my peak I peek a little further because all of me wants more,

More of you is what I'm after,

If I could rewrite history it would be endless because those wet kisses tell a different story in every chapter,

Warm between my thighs your lips speak a language of colors that only you and I understand,

So paint me til your heart's content until my canvas squirts colors of you in a different hue. 

Porch Monkey



I masturbated on the porch thinking about you last night, grabbing myself in places I know your big strong hands on my body would like, fingers running over hard anticipating nipples giving them a firm squeeze, imagining how my pussy would feel to be stretched around your dick sliding down on it with ease. 

Both thighs spread over the couch patio, rubbing the pearl of my clit thinking, “daddy Oh,” fuck me deeper, don’t be afraid to dive in it I want you to sink her, use your thumbs to part my lips so this punani can talk some shit.

Pumping harder with 2 phallanges, hittin notes that probably made Adele win her first grammy, bump the family, everybody’s asleep in the house, squirting harder fantasizing about your dick in my mouth, playing ring around the rosey while it sits on my tongue, deep in my throat so when the spit comes out my nose I watch his face go numb, brain going dumb , the sound of the rain beats in sync with my heavy breathing like a fresh mating drum.

 1 leg propped against the wall, satisfying my clit making her sticky and wet, dipped one finger back in then out rubbing juices on her slowly causing me to break a sweat, guiding me down onto your face first I wanna fuck you face first, can I fulfill that sexual demon, creaming on my acrylic nails as my legs begin to shake, I’m a daddy’s girl so you let me squirt in your mouth constricting my movement like a snake.  

A slap to the ass makes my soul vibrate, still dripping candy coated, wishing I could show you how wet it really was when I wrote this, but for now maybe later we can take another ride....I’m going to lay down in my bed cause shit it’s cold outside! 

7/14/20

Parnassian

I wanna make love to a poet. 
Let him literally lick me into alliteration like a little sticky lollipop, couplet on my clit laced with thick bubbly white spit. 
I wanna make love to a poet.
I bet it'll be so romantic, we can fuck eachother continuously like an enjambment, jamming dick inside my guts until I can't stand it. 
I wanna make love to poet that can stand in it, I stan for how you create murals with your words, I got 8 octaves for every time you make me cum baby I can create stanzas with it.
Give me that dic(tion) formal or high, bring my vulva to a volta rhetorically shifting all these nasty thoughts out of my mind.
I wanna make love to a poet. 
Make you beat this pussy acrostic, while I spread across it. Open up this naked poetry so Calligraphee can delicately cream sauce it. I got a riddle at the tip of my tongue that I want you to try and guess, tell me your answer while I deepthroat you listening to how you sound in my esophagus.
I wanna make a love to a poet that understands my soliloquy, a wordsmith engineer that understands this ass(onance) requires both hands to steer or you might not make it.
I wanna make love to a poet that will just take it. 
Lay me out on a blank verse daddy I promise I won't fake it, I need the whole foot and not even 2 syllables short; put my legs behind my head if you want it that way or this position can be your last resort. The symbolism in your eyes is telling me that you like to be inside, if my pussy spits haiku's when I nut on you then just sit back and enjoy the ride.
I wanna make love to a poet.
We can doggerel in doggy style, you know that's what turns me on. I love to feel your masculine rhyme wrapped around my neck choking the vowels from my mouth 'til they're all gone. 
I wanna make love to a poet.
I'll get his tercet erect, kissing and licking letting him watch me work the head from A to Z like the motherfucking alphabet. I slurp metaphors and squirt similes, moaning begging you to reach the climax so you can creampie me. The repetition keeps me flowing, cumming everytime like a fiend strung on crack but truth be told if I ever got the chance to make love to a poet.....I promise I'm never coming back.