Black Poetry : Front Door Fiesta : Backdoor Fun Part 2

Bishop

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Hide a grape in that secret place between your thighs
As I enjoy this freaky high
Like Sherlock Holmes investigation begin
Open up the door, let the tongue roll in
Looking for the grape along the walls
Feel you start to squirm, but baby that ain’t all
Hitting that ****
With a ferocious lick
Bishop found the spot that makes you tick
Love juice flowing
Bishop enjoying
As I drink from the fountain
That flows from this sexual mountain
Probing deeper & deeper into this abyss
This is one opportunity I’m not going to miss
Let me bring a tear to your eye
Because for joy you are about to cry
Moving in erratic fashion
As you feel my passion
Moans & groan, as I suck & lick
Probing for that grape your lips I kiss
Spread your legs wider
Lift them higher
As I try to reach that grape
Grapejuice I’m trying to make
Further & further I reach
Careful not to get hair in my teeth
Grab my head push it all the way in
Motion of my tongue causing a fire within
In my scalp I feel the sharpness of your nails
Feel you moving uncontrollable, hear you let out a great wail
And then a release of juice that is fine
And I say to myself the grapejuice has turned to wine
 

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