Lingering conversations
birth elaborate imaginationsbetween two different minds alike.Sweet allusions of lines crossedsheets & concious tossedEyes in glance, while out bodies dancehorizontally to the rhythmic vibesput down between thick thighs.No words spoken, none necessary.We formed our melody in more ways than just missionary.Moistened...Wet...every note tuned on this instrument.moans exhaled like background singerssighs took the micfalsettos expressed orgasms all nighttwo loversno brassno woodwindno drumIn lust, we wrote a songAn impetuous irrevocable song.
AyYoKeke
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Sweet Melodies...
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twistedbeauty says: I love it! |
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Ayyokeke says: Thank you! |
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2b2b2 says: Superb Work....Bravo |
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TamaraD says: Very talented u got my vote great work |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY AyYoKeke
For My KingAllow me to make you feel like a king Let me pleasure you in a way that only I can bringGive me a moment to kiss your softlipsTake your time when caressing my thick round hipsThis mood is right, bare with me while I come out of my clothesMake sure your eyes stay on me from head to toeCome here, let me undress you baeThis conversation is between flesh & I want to hear what yours gotta sayShirt off over your head and pants to the floorYou're anticipating my next move. Be patient, I'm going to serve you moreLet me lay you down & drive in your seatDamn I love how our bodies rock in one beatLoud sighs, sheer moansTight embraces, minds blownBoth bodies at the edgeof climaxing full fledgedWe reach the peak of our slippery rideI'm happy and he's well satisfiedNo special reason nor special holiday I just like to make sure my man feels like he's king, ... |
Sweet Melodies...Lingering conversations birth elaborate imaginationsbetween two different minds alike.Sweet allusions of lines crossedsheets & concious tossedEyes in glance, while out bodies dancehorizontally to the rhythmic vibesput down between thick thighs.No words spoken, none necessary.We formed our melody in more ways than just missionary.Moistened...Wet...every note tuned on this instrument.moans exhaled like background singerssighs took the micfalsettos expressed orgasms all nighttwo loversno brassno woodwindno drumIn lust, we wrote a songAn impetuous irrevocable song. |
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