Black Poetry : THE LAST SUPPER (READY FOR MORE?)

PoeticManifesta

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You look at me and moisten your lips,
hungry for what lies between my thighs,
following the folds of my lips with your tounge,
my mind wanders, to visions of you penetrating my soul.
the everincreasing sounds intensify, as i moan in my delight.
The symphony of passion is music to our ears
in the middle of the night.
As you grind your face deeper within my delacatessen.
You breifly look up over the curve of my belly,
and mountains of my breast.
Just to catch a peek at my expression,
the view you see ...is pure extacy.
After devouring my innermost soul,
and I savoring your karma,
from which it was expelled into my mouth,
turning my ora a passionate red,
I get real dizzy, the room feels like a sauna..
as you work your tounge.
Bringing me to pure nirvana,
We are now one, a bit of me in you.. and
you in I.
Yin and Yang it is no lie,
without one,
the other would just die.
How could you not love me?
Want to be with me,
and or possibly marry me?
I guess its not all put.. just that simply.
All these thoughts and more,
run through my mind times three.
How could i not love you?
Why do you do this to me?
We cant keep doing this!
That was the last supper,
now count your blessings.
 

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