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social seer says: Not many poets can ride the word bronco like you! Awesome. |
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Cunning Linguist
Licking On Your FleshExcusi-moi my French but darlin’ I’m a nasty f*ck, before I ride ya @ss into the sunset; saddle up, the trip could get a little bumpy; intimate distress, occurs from the sensation of me licking on your flesh.
Your body’s heated softness sends me left and right as well, the way your goosebumps dance along a wet saliva trail, I’m lickin’ but no snitchin’; T.C.L. don’t know no cops, your cries of “stop-no-don’t†turn into screams of “no; don’t stop!â€
Continuous excursions up and down around your skin, we’re swimming in a pleasure made for those who drown in sin, I love to taste the sweat of how my efforts make you wet, and you could place a bet on how my technique stays correct.
Now let me make it clear; my tongue will analyze your sex, in ways... |
D-QuilSleeping through the night is now a problem of the past, My enemy’s insomnia and I don’t clown about, But first thing’s first; a lengthy tongue assessment if you please, It feels as if you’re soaring don’t it? Swinging in a plane, |
A Poem 2 Your ClitImagine how I feel inside just knowing this is it, perpetuated myths and sh!t; I’m blowin’ ‘em to bits, these words are meant to go below where most men won’t admit, to going with their lips so here’s a poem to your clit.
The little man inside the boat is known to row away, but luckily for me he has nowhere to go today, we’ll sit and chop it up ‘cause I won’t let you lock him up, a twenty minute palaver to me is not enough.
I need at least an hour so he’ll hear my spoken words, we’ll sip a little Henny; mix it in with smokin’ herb, and I’m no homosexual but lady damn the sh!t, while off this cannabis I want to give that man a kiss,
or how about a kissing lick combined with lick and suck, I know the feeling is intense but I don’t give ... |
Your Body's CallinCell phone rings out on the late night as I'm all in deep, I have to answer when it does and I'm up in it 'cause, you do now 'cause you're moaning from the lungs; each sound's afloat, and yes you're coming with me; to the mattress we descend, |
Crying BackwardsI'm sorry but it's been awhile so pardon if there's rust,
I know that you can tell how fast I harden from your touch,
the shadows dance by candlelight; we're sparkin up a dutch,
it's often just enough to have us coughin; what the f*€k?!
We're listening to Prince; I long to feel your purple rain,
your assets are enough to put a hurtin in the game,
I start by slowly lifting up the skirt against your frame,
my tongue is 'bout dispensing cunnilingual work again.
I feel the surplus condensation dripping down your @ss,
I told you there's no need for you to trip on clowns of past,
the way you're crying backwards to me gives off sounds of laugh,
ter; as my tongue moves faster; are you trying to drown a lad?!
Don't matter if you are because my breathing's apropos,
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LusciousLuscious lips I wanna kiss so lemme run it down, no peckin on those juicy melons, lemme tongue you down, Of course I'm hard as college calculus; it's time to cram, my knowledge deep inside you best believe cause I'm the man, More kisses on your juicy lips and yes degrees do rise, as hot as molten lava from the heat between your thighs, You bust your nuts so crazy baby I aint spillin sh!t, you're wetter than a rainy night so come and get this d!ck, |
The ExplorerIt's good to have some tenderness but now aggression strikes, My tongue is the explorer and your body is the land, 'cause yes I'm the explorer but my name ain't Dora boo, Don't lie and say it ain't that deep 'cause see I got the truth, |
Something About The NightMoving on the floor with you the music lifts us up, the people stop and stare at us but we don't give a f*¢k, a few shots for the both of us have got things gunning right, the mood is crazy real 'cause there's something about the night. We leave the dancehall tipsy and won't drive; we're much impaired, but luckily our hotel room is chillin' up them stairs, in front of us; we make it there in not much time at all, with king sized bed and a jacuzzi? Yo it's kinda raw. I start to run the water as you slow and sure undress, my slacks are poking out and it may seem I'm surely pressed, to get you in your birthday suit and that's because I am, so anxious to get down and dirty; that's because I can, do things that make your body feel as though you've up and died, I feel it in the air like Phil; there's sumthin up tonight, that mixes with the weed and liquor like we're baking... |
Goin As I'm CumminEv'ry stroke of you increase my heartbeat to its core, I'm chunky like that monkey Ben & Jerry keep in stores, I'd give my life to satisfy your hunger deep and raw, while sweatin like the refs are at our bedside keepin score.I'm huffin as I'm puffin takin deep breaths from the gut, to make you feel each deciliter that I'm gonna bust,inside of you so tried and true like butter; say it's so, I'm goin as I'm cummin darlin; what a way to go.Your moans are like Viagra; I'm more difficult than most, my butter mixes with your jam it's ummmm delish like toast,tonight I'll have you feeling like your flying up the coast, *** East and West I eats the best Down South if functional.See you can climb on top and ride it; ain't no stoppin you, or I can be like Celie's Pops and die on top 'a you,the moral of this ditty is I'm great cause either way, I'm goin as I'm cummin til I get my breathin straight.©2014The Cunning Linguist |
M0uth Like A Pu55yGirl you rock the mic as if you're Jadakiss or Nas, your skills are scalpel sharp in all the ways you kiss the rod, and lick until it's hard to have me moanin like a h03, your mouth is like a pu55y and you throw it right fa sho.You slurp me til I'm sloppy but indeed don't call me Joe, your lips engulf my manwich if you please; don't call me yo,just come on through; the door is open and the lights are out, it's like a wet v@gina's happ'ning right inside your mouth.There's more to good fellatio than merely suckin d1ck, I call you Super DUPER Head; it's more than luck and sh!t,some women got it, some do not know how to do a c0ck, you make my nut race to the top like bangers to the block.I love the way you gag it as you're slowly goin down, the spirits fill my frame and lift me up to hold me down,your oral condensation coats my shaft and testicl33s, to be up in your throat just manifests my destinys.To sum it up you're hot like m... |