On the verge...

The Arrival...

Last night, what we did in the Lincoln

Been on my mind all day. ! Got me thinking

How I’m ready to trust – Yes, I’m ready for us

But before I go into all that, allow me to bust

One that will remain with me for days

That tingly pleasing pain, in waves I came

Now this is what I want to do

The hickeys on my chest left black and blue

Guide me on top as I ride while you stroke my ___.

Damn! Can I toke with you? Puff. Puff. Pass.

Back & forth my momentum builds

Squeeze and relax – in me you fill

See the look on my face?

One moment, while I jump off for a taste.

The moans that part your lips

Are like commands to my hips

Your fingernails down my back cause me to grip

My head is dizzy. I’m on my back. Did I trip?

On the verge...

“My body is now your body.

Come get what you need.”

I can fulfill and supply. Believe me now and take heed.

Rest your head here and begin to feed.

Hear my melody as I commence to weave,

The lasting sounds that lull you awake not asleep.

Amazed with my skill? How you incite me to spill…

The many thoughts and fantasies, at liberty I want to reveal.

To see such ecstasy on your face, oh the thrill!!

Hold on tight and watch me as I shuffle and deal.

It tickles my fancy, when you allow me to be

Uninhibited, free, naturally kinky – s--t, me!

With you I’m open to most

Your words in my ear and I begin to moist-

In this condition – tune in to my rendition

Of Zane’s most erotic admission

Or how Madonna is in to submission.

Let me pump my brakes and request your permission.

The Pianist...

I want…
To be serenaded
By my pianist, tonight
And, I want the melody
To begin
Soft & slow
Fingers dancing
Across my black and brown keyboard
Ever so gently

Can you tickle my ivory?