Hypothetically…hypothetical
How does it feel to wake
up in the morning and my body is your personal cushion? After last night’s
cardio work out hugging kissing licking touching deep pushing and yes stretching
lol, a freak a queen a goddess a silent smile my unapologetic soft place and
definition of a blessing, and when the world gets stressing your laps the place
where I am head pressing…
Nightly journey is my tongues
excursion to arrive at your ecstasy, like a cloud I use heat to gather up the moisture,
rubbing your stomach and your back and light the match until you busy B, I got
to tease you slowly until you say Gee I want you inside of me, and I be acting
a fool like “I excuse me what was that pardon me?”. They call me the black Moses
the way I use my staff to part the sea…
You can trust me B, I promise
you to be there when you need me … I suffer from a serious Mr God complex, I am
not always there when you call me, but I will always be on time, lay back relax
let me rube feet and shoulders I will do it for you now, and even more when you
get older, I have that old head wisdom like a book on an old shelf loving you
is like loving me queen I know that it is not all about self.
With me you will never
have to worry that every day is the same old song, I get deep with it like the songs
of Solomon, hot monogamy my love game my tongue game and D stay strong, your
heart in my palm I will try and always love you tender, and I beat the cat up
like I finalist on contender … we keep reinventing for a life time and for ever.
hypothetically
No comments:
Post a Comment