Black Poetry : BREAKFAST IS ON ME

[cursed heart]

BREAKFAST IS ON ME


Good morning,
That’s what his genius in between his legs said to me
He was stimulated by my mouth being open in my sleep

He started drawing circles with the tip around the base of my lips
A little bit dripped on me
I yawned so he could have room

His genius began to open the book of buried treasures and hidden wombs
He began to dip down to vibrate in me
Ten rounds of slippery seas
I stretched my legs out so he could maneuver his position
I rested my hand on his *** so no spots were missed

His strokes controlled me
His strong beam absorbed my dreams
Still I pretended I was sleep

But the climaxes so attracted me
My swollen pearl distracted me
He leaks streams all over my body
No longer hungry,
When breakfast is on me

 

[ibrahim]

Another good one.

 

[cursed heart]

Thanks Ibrahim

 

[$$RICH$$]

whoaaa!!
about to wake me , what a luck man to have breakfast in bed
i love this flow

 

[nevar]

TO CURSED HEART

once again
you doing the d@mn thing again
hot flo
brothas wanting mo
of you
boo!!!!!!!!!

flow on my beautiful sista flow on!!!!!!!