Black Poetry : Hot Luv drip like wax

[$$RICH$$]

steamy luv run
like hot wax
melting
opening up
set to explode
like a ruption
of passion
da desire boiling
it's hot Luv

 

[7thPoet]

hey Rich, this is one i was smiling the whole time i was readin' it...
tight flow

 

[$$RICH$$]

Thankz a million for the visit & reply 7th

 

[queentswana]

guess who's comming to dinner?

Why should I guess, when I know it's me
the blame is low and my feelings is deed

first we'll rock around the house
then we can turn...each other out

from the kitchen, out to the hall
shaking and bumping..and having a ball

going places we've never been...
huffing and puffing right to the den

now back to the kitchen, where we started out
and in fifthteen minutes...you'll hear me shout...

"DINNERS READY" ​

 

[$$RICH$$]

make it hot
get it right
on da plate
nice and tight
let it wiggle
it's o'kay
let it drip
from da sway
hot juicy flow
like wax u know
dinner tyme
feast will start
ya da treat
ready for me !

guess who be at da table ??