Black Poetry : feelings

mailman2468

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Inside the walls
The sound of the songs making vibration.
The walls start to spread like flowers in bloom
Dripping wet but yet still in tune
With the rhythm of the song, slow long licks
From the bottom of the wall, to the top of the click
Sweet low moans penetrate my ears,
I start to work harder, as she’s getting bother, from the skills that I possess
Make her, hotter, and she hollers, as I caress.
Rising to the occasion, by the pleasures of her sensations
For the hour is now and her body was right as I watch her glisten under the darkness of the moonlight
I knew we weren’t done until I seen the sunlight.
All I could think of was her principal of pleasure, so my mind was fine, and
My lips were tender, and as I move over her body until she Surrender. When a women response to your touch, put it
Down even more, don’t give it up.
I turn her from one side again and again to the other,
I was so into her body; she thought there were numerous brothers
She tingles with the thought that her man is not having sex,
But making love to her.
 

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