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Sense his touch

I feel his presence at the rise of the moon

feels like a restricted lagoon

At the tip of his lips lies my thought 

Every single word when we converse feels like a silent earthquake 

He erupt the love I have for him out my pores 

my damn cashews knocking on my labia 

my legs want stay closed and I’m not too damn sure 

if I can control my emotions any longer

this is a hard chore and his muscles making me hunger

I’m sweating out sweet nothings fulfilled with dedicated song 

And from the palms I can only hold the vibration of his movements 

this is a door that has been yearning to be unlocked and if at any point

Need a title

I feel his presence at the rise of the moon feels like a restricted lagoon

At the tip of his lips lies my thought

Every single word when we converse feels like a silent earthquake

He erupt the love I have for him out my pores

my damn cashews knocking on my labia

my legs want stay closed and I’m not too damn sure

if I can control my emotions any longer this is a hard chore and his muscles making me hunger

I’m sweating out sweet nothings fulfilled with dedicated song

And from the palms I can only hold the vibration of his movements

this is a door that has been yearning to be unlocked and if at any point

Like a gun I will be ready and legs ed

If he’s the man...

My

My he eats turkey sandwiches to lower his cholesterol levels. So he can handle a sister that’s clever like me.

He fires up a heavy blunt to fly through the clouds. It reminds him of the sexiness of the black woman and how strong and powerful she is.

See my holds his right arm in the air fist bald up while the left arm embraces the ambrosia of the hips and curves of his sister.

But my , see he has every eye open and all his senses are adjusted to see through the bull that get throws his way.

My has a smell of chocolate and his blackness tastes of the earth.

TruSista ©2017

Stimulated Waves

Stimulated Waves
The rainbow forms across the sky, when I think of him.
The way my hips sway and the way my lips sing
I’m envisioning his body, across my bed.
His blackness, the way he forms his mouth to call my name

Vibrations echoing through my body
I feel how it glides through my veins
He stimulated my body by causing waves of emotions to flow
Stimulated waves caressing my ego

He kisses my skin without directly kissing it
I can see the muscles in his arms flex
Oh so damn sexy, dude touch my every gesture.
He controls the way I stare at him the way I see his body dance

Damn can I just take that chance with you once more….

TruSista©2017 Jan

Power of Muscles

He’s jabbing that shovel in ground making his muscles flex
I know he hear my sexual sounds
In my head I’m dreaming of you and I
I’m on my knees my palms to the ground arching my back covering my mouth in the grass
So no one will hear
you slap myand you start grinding me
I raise my chin just a little cause the way you stroking that
I will pass the *** out
But please don’t don’t pull out
I want you to go deeper so much pain and joy at the same time
I want you to drive that like you drive that shovel
Pull out slowly take your hand and feel the wetness of this
Now lick your lips
Get on your knees like youre begging me please
Take a feast in this gravel
While I rub and squeeze your muscles
You diving with your tongue
Don’t stop till I command you too
Now climb on top of me like I was blueberry hill
Stroke me right ...

wind

 Wind blows  through the dark clouds

I can feel the breeze as it passes

my lips began to yearn 

waiting for that special touch

shivers and screams haunt my body

my lips catches a drip of wetness and cashews began to flow

jerks of excitement 

juices flowing

cashews bursting

oh how i can't wait to be licked again.....