When I see you, tingles rush through my being.
What is this crazy thing, exactly? That I’m feeling.
I only know my eyes can not hide,
my desire for you bursting inside.
When your hands glide over me
as if I’m a fine piece of art,
I want to slide my hands over the throb
of your phallus start.
Ooh! the quiver in my lips as you enter me
with your manhood’s dart.
I am captivated by your brawny scent,
The aroma of our bodies sweat,
anticipating.. enjoying each other
as a personal banquet.
The beautiful whiff of our fused
zenith releases on the bed so wet.
Just to hear the ping in your messages tone,
then you say, “Hey Baby, can’t wait to get you alone.”
I say, “I want to hear the zing in your grunts
and the blare in your moan.
You say, “HAWT!!, I may have to do you in the truck,
why wait for home.”
Whether slowly or a quickie, yet never in haste.
Sharing each other, our bond encased.
There’s smack in my lips,
you’ve become my favorite taste.
And when we kiss during our climaxes interlaced,
we’re taking a reviving drink, holy based.
By you, once again my womanhood graced.
All my senses on you zone in,
that includes my Sixth sense, called woman’s intuition.
Can you sense it, it’s calling to you,
saying “Babe meet me…I’ll be on
a counter in the kitchen.
I’m sensing you’re hungry and need a few
helpings of my special nutrition.
How about it Baby, ready for another sexual expedition?