Infusion Screaming—hot
a tea kettle moment;
an acoustic soothing
Mood brewing,
seeping;
pungency attained
-Jg
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Brewing
Long emotional eves
into a deep moody pink
lined in a milky coat
draped in tea leaves
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Satisfaction Different strokes
moan everything but monotone
as they come together
,but leave different
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Out of this World Cosmic orgasm,
explosion into the PM
like glitzy stars
surrounding milky ways
Orbiting
between night and day
sleep claimed
but dreams had anyway
Buttons on breasts erect,
uncanny like two moons,
a one woman rocket
trying not to blast off too soon
Gravity moves,
pulls to be pushed
to limits unthought of
leaving the atmosphere mushroomed
- Jg
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Sprung Already Freshly cut against the blade,
smooth like shea butter,
she is a moroccan rose scented
resplendent cooch.
Warm dew drops
wandering along leafy grooves
creating currents down stream
at the mouth of a mighty Mississippi.
Simply sweetening
like mango for my sugar,
she has the juice
I wish to procure.
Her moisture gets heavy
as my tongue disks,
flooding over her walls
when I breach the levy.
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Climax You like what you see,
my high for your love,
climbing my sugar hill
like a queen through her colony.
An anatomy labored hard
to be the one you look to,
antsy when you request me
to indulge your bodily medley.
You like what I teach,
teasing your center piece
til the flavor sits moist
soaking into the skin of my lips.
I grin when you moan with a lisp,
grammatically incorrect
at your apex,
you are dripping wet.
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Addiction Clear view,
no obstruction,
I seek justice
for the tease.
On my bended knees,
no prayer needed
for my daily bread,
amen.
Slick like Roman,
sauced up heavy,
wet in this heat,
let me eat.
Take a seat,
get the jitters out,
feed your need,
no relapse.
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Coffee and Melanin Sweet aromas tickled my nose hairs
drifting off the stream wrapped in heat.
I sipped hearing songs of the coot,
yearning a sip of the mahogany too?
a deep brown like african melanin
showering her shea buttered cooch.
Bashful I grinned at my lips on the rim.
My bone's tip blushing at her potency,
I was riddance with bed shoes kicking
the night free.
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Queen Bee There is a nook where...
the smell is enticing
of honey comb lips,
sweet like blackberry molasses
I see myself there...
murmur upon murmur
yearn after yearn
spying the center piece,
panting and exhausted
all from the intimacy
Wet-
Only for your drip
I submit |