Black Poetry : ATOP WHITE COTTON SHEETS

garlicsalt99

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ATOP WHITE COTTON SHEETS

She lies atop white cotton sheets manipulating the ‘cology’ of her ‘gynae’
Lying on her back stroking the outskirts of her v@gina
Tracing over her clitoral flesh and labia-majoral regions
Making her [Censored] look as inviting, as summer fruit in its summer season
As mesmerizing as are the words of a master hypnotist, such is the display -
Of the lovely lady as she engages in digital and v@ginal play
Softly m@sturbating the outer reaches of her womanly wonders
With finger motions – slow and sure – with little likely hood for blunders
She pinches and pulls the petals of her rose and lets out a quite hiss
Intermitted inserting her middle finder into her space of uterine bliss
Motions that are in my face which I can not just simply dismiss
So succulent are the lips of her p*ssy … I just want to give ‘em a kiss
Past the point of salivating and my urges have long since reached cr!tical
This visual tease is purposed and tempting, with a beginning that is pivotal -
For making me want her more before we make our merge, soon
Leading to love making that’ll put us to sleep until tomorrow afternoon

She lies atop white cotton sheets, layered one atop the other
Winding her body on the mattress, wrinkling the cotton covers
Moving with an anxiety as would be exhibited by a nervous nun
Stroking her pleasure pot just like she did in verse one
She adds a level of intensity and excitement to her –already – arousing display
Putting more animation into the thematic p*ssy play
She moves from the simple touching of her ‘uterine shelf’
She’s gone from simply stroking her p*ssy, to finger f*cking herself
The pinching of p*ssy lips sends sounds of feminine whimpering down the halls
She’s become fully engaged in pressing her cl!toris and pulsing her ‘sugar walls’
Holding her tw@t, much like the cowboy holding the saddle of a bucking bull
She rides a wave of erogenous spasms with each finger push and pull
With the scrunch of her brow and the biting of her bottom lip
She presses forward with the digital stimulation going on between her hips
The smell of her p*ssy takes on a subtle yet different scent
As she c*ms, and c*ms hard … her juices are spattered and spent

She lies atop white cotton sheets with her fingers in her crotch
She teases me and makes the simple request of having me watch
Performing the kind of self-molestation wet dreams of made of
Brining me to the brink of literal ejaculation … before we made love
With fingers coated with the sheen of fresh v@ginal wetness
She manipulates her digits … and riling herself restless
As she hand-grinds her p*ssy and winds her hips
Mashing her labium and clitoris with her finger tips
While touching womanly places she’s making faces dramatic and ecstatic
And at times her body movements become spastic and erratic
Signs of orgasmic splendor that’s just around the bend
Accompanied with the moans and groans that says she’s c*mming again
I see her sprits like a splash of orange zest
And the 'nut that she gets seems like the worlds best
As she continues to indulge herself in digital-v@ginal amenities
Wetting herself … and uttering obscenities

She lies atop white cotton sheets finger-f*cking herself through
Bringing herself to the brink of moistening her flower with her orgasmic dew
P*ssy lips that look like bacon … good enough to chew
As I stand and watch at the door … I’m enjoying the view
Her pelvis moves with the power of slow moving ocean waves
Her fingers exploring the cavern of her caves
As she pleasures herself with a certain unsaid sass
I can smell the scent of her hot p*ssy … and her @ss
“I’m almost ready for you daddy” she says in a tone, only she can
Which makes more aroused and erect an already horny man
Awestruck by the unfolding drama of up front female masturbation
The stuff of exotic verse and erotic dissertation
She sprits’ one more time, not in an ovation of pressing her luck
But with the intensity of her orgasm causing her to say “Oh *****!”
Then, with a eyes wide open she makes a demand, plain and pushy
In a commanding - snarling tone she simply says “Come get this p*ssy”

We lay atop white cotton sheets where individual passion begs
With her thighs separated and my head in between her legs
Putting my tongue to her tw@t, making her feel so high that she floats
From an out of body perspective, I look like a horse eating out of a bag of oats
Both of her @ss-cheeks with the palms of my hand and breaking her down like a puzzle
With my face so deep into her p*ssy, it acts like a muzzle
Bound by concupiscent acts atop the mattress, we’re stuck in place
My tongue hits the right spot just below her clItoris, and she begins to ***** my face
The bacon-like labium that I mentioned just one verse before
I tongue them with passion while smothering my face with p*ssy galore
Licking, chewing and gently biting her pleasure palace, causing her to shake
I oppress and at times punish her p*ssy just to hear her hiss like a snake
Nose open to the camel-toed pearl tongue, smearing her essence across my lips and chin
I feel the warm ooze of her liquid love that makes her p*ssy grin
And before long all I can smell is c**chie and the juices that she made
Juicing her p*ssy like a lemon wedge … we made lemonade

We lay atop white cotton sheets amidst the sighs and moans
My fingers on her genders flesh, stroking her erogenous zones
After feasting on vaginal cuisine as her grunts and groans did the talking
It’s time for my digits to have fun … I let my fingers do the walking
Inserting my longest finger in her well, making it slick
I withdraw it and put it to her mouth so that she can take a lick
She takes it in all the way to the knuckle before relaxing the suction
Releasing my finger so that I can continue the digital induction
I press her clitoral hood, mashing the flesh and what’s behind it
Feeling the responsive movements of her pelvis, I replay and rewind it
Replaying the stroking of her pouty lips – moist with a mix of saliva and orgasm
Playing with her p*ssy as she grants me access to her grand chasm
Going into the walls of her vulva in an effort to keep her hot
I hit a mound of flesh inside of her commonly called the G-spot
And I press and I stroke that part of her that feels so firm and fat
As she exclaims “Oh ***** Baby, Keep Doing It, Just Like That … Like That!”

We lay atop white cotton sheets … skinnin’ and grinnin’
Indulging ourselves in fruitful attempts to stain the bed linen
Prepared to put “my rod and my staff” in her woman-hood, and anxiously so
I stand at the door of her vagina, and enter in … strong, nice and slow
I go in to the limits of my p3nis, filling her cavity with my flesh
Engaging in initial intercourse and an arousing copulatory mesh
By this time love making is over as I take up residence in her puck
We’ve since transitioned from the bouts of foreplay to an honest-to-goodness *****
I mount her in the style of the missionaries so that I can look her in the eyes
All the while, mixing up a rhythm and a groove in between her thighs
That’s makes her nerve endings respond to the sexual kinetics that I supply
And intermittently, time and again bring her to the point of making her p*ssy cry
Switching positions every-so-often … not so concerned about the time
Varying from the missionary to the doggie; cunnilingus and fellatio; even sixty nine
And though the white cotton sheets are still cotton, and now seasoned with perspiration
They’re not too white anymore, sprinkled with sweat, orgasm and ejaculation

We lay atop white cotton sheets after stirring between a set of mellow hips
Wearied and winded as a result of our multiple conjugal fellowships
After having f*cked and sucked, and running amuck in and on one another
She’s blanked on me like the lid on a pan fire to smother
Heavy breathing after being engaged in seething sexual acts and incidents
Finding ourselves caught in explicitly contextual escapades and sexual predicaments
That would cause many a person to glare, gape and gawk -
At acts that make us appreciative that the walls can’t talk
Replaying flashbacks in our minds of the things that we’ve just done
Things that caused us to grimace and grin … things that were so much fun
Things that cause her to get her nut … time and again
Things – that when I think about it – makes our current state of affairs a win-win
If I smoked, I’d smoke a cigarette to commemorate a ***** well done
We f*cked ourselves breathless in a contest where both of us won
And now amidst the scent of hot p*ssy and *** … the smell of sexual sweets
Here we lay, sexually exhausted … atop white cotton sheets

Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
 
When I saw the name garlicsalt99, I knew I'd better get my coffee, eat, do my chores and cook before I start to read ya :lol: ...whew, I be, when I finish reading it, just, or more exhausted.
Awesome as always, I enjoy your art to the upmost, thanks for sharing it :toast:
 

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