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Recess

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In elementary school

 Two plus two equals four,

 And….

Four comes before play,

Meaning…

Foreplay is the math game you play in class right before you eat lunch.

 Then you go to recess where the unapologetic motto of “Go hard or take yo soft a** home!” was born.

 So I start by kissing and caressing every curve and crevice on your body like I’m worshipping a goddess.

 Subtract all your clothes and add them to the list of things you will never need to worry about while with me.

 Now let’s multiply the intensity.

 Enjoy the spine tingling sensation of me dividing your legs in two.

 Now scream,

 Like the bell that signifies the end of class and the beginning of lunch….

 

Perfect gentleman,

 Manners minded,

 Sticky face, clean plate, hands bound behind your back.

 Don’t push me away,

 Let me stay inside and allow my taste buds to become best buds with the taste of your love.

 Feed me until the belly of the savage beast within aches in fullness.

 Now release….and let it rain,

 We always had more fun at recess after it rained…..

 

Full speed ahead we’d run out of the building and onto the playground.

 First I lift you up and let you hang from the monkey bars,

 Swing back and forth as long as your heart desires.

 Kick towards ecstasy and push away from the constraints applied under the pressure of adulthood.

 Slide down just enough to put your head in the clouds every time you bounce up and down on the seesaw.

 Hop on the merry go round and allow me to spin you so fast that not even the hands of gravity himself could slow you down.

 So you just have to JUMP………OFF!

 Which you always manage to do just in time.

 When the whistle blows to send us back in for naptime,

 I watch you sleep wondering if I should be gone,

 But then you grab me and tell me, “I went hard so I ain’t gotta take my soft a** home!”

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mrmelody7 says:

Such it is with those young bird and bees in time you grow hey its more to it then this aint it

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love_supreme says:

Excellent write.

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Tru Sista says:

mmmm

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