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Let me tell you a story about the greatest head I’ve ever had
This sister was bad
She stood about 5-11 Legs like stairways to heaven
Her face was like a renaissance masterpiece by Picasso
Soft honey pecan tan accented by a caramel glow
Lips of silk satin Her eyes watch with passion
If a picture is a thousand words there are no 10 thousand perfect words to describe
The beauty of her eyes
Sparkling burnt sienna
Sensual with a hint of innocence
Her speech was prim and proper
And I must say this lady had a nice set of... well let me stop there
Elegant and intelligent excellent in her profession
Even in casual conversation she would teach me a lesson
Her Kristal methods had me strung out and sprung by her touch
All sounds went hush
This head she was giving had a brother in another dimension
On an erotic ascension
The way she would hold and mold my dome
this feeling was so right it had to be wrong
Strolling her fingers thru my kinky reggae strumming my locks
My eyes rolled my toes curled,
she whispered,
Is this the spot?Â
I didn’t want her to stop
Circular strokes of my temples so soft and gentle
Having intercourse with my mental
the orgasm metaphysical
my body weak from fullfillment of her ritual
I layed my head in her bosom
and looked in her eyes
Baby you can massage my scalp anytime!!!
