Shall
I recap why you don’t call me the Cookie monster but the Cookie savage, if I
recall correct I was the one talking in tongues but you were the one speaking
another Language? My tongues was doing the hard yards … you stutter “can’t bbb ... b…b b…breathe” couldn’t talk,
I call that the hurricane tongue like
your tongue ain’t working, there no doubt I appreciate the naked pics you send me
when I am work but Ayo Ma the truths you
look way more beautiful in person, I kiss your belly nice and slow no need to
rush the flow following the map that says go low, about to be plumber and make
the water flow, your skins the page my tongues my finger my body the pen, I am
trying to write you a poem entitled orgasm at the end of it all, I want to ask
you where you at shorty ? I won’t be
happy and have to do it again unless your reply is I don’t know…
I
spend my day thinking about the little things I can do to you to make you make
that “aaahhh!” sound, I love that look in your eye as I take off my shirt and
tell you “woman tonight my body is you play ground”, the way get on top of me
the of 360 ass tender to touch but solid round, inch by inch yeah that right ma I can feel your heart faster
as it pounds, talk is cheap Ma all verbs now no nouns just “aaaah” sound. Dam I remember making
love to you on blanket on the beach in front of ocean, the moon light, lighting
your skin so perfect reflecting your inner goddess causing my mind hidden
commotion the waves singing a beautiful song with deep rhythm but at the same
time watching and giving a standing ovation, you make me demi god the universe
watches in dis belief the stars wink and moon looks on kind of jealous, you
call me the savage but there are time you leave marks on my body and do things
to me that let me know I have no idea who you sometimes, when we make love love
even the heavens have to witness… from the first time I made love to you I don’t
care what warren buffet has I was on the Forbes rich list woman you are Heavens
richness
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