OP "Original Player"
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
you fondled thoughts of me in mind scope
your fingers tiptoe to pleasures
kindly, sweetly
gently kissing juices
setting afire
captured by your desire
conjured up some sort of wicked voodoo
caught inside your web unable to escape your embrace
holding carefully placing my body on the bed of familiar
Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band is playing instrumentals
all in my head
Cherchez La Femme
you hear the music
shall we dance
you are a cool breeze blowing
I feel the chill
skin to bone soul
we are beyond Soul Train
shall we summon the Orishas
inhaled a Love Supreme
giving you sweet marmalade meat between brown thighs
pulling apart legs throwing them toward night sky
over your shoulders
around your back
however which way
they seem to fit perfectly
manipulating my assets
playing pitty pat on back
you finally got to kiss those lips
huggy bear hips
suck a mouth full of titty
Sure nuff
continue baby love talk
I wanna love you to your bones
© 2009 Lepadah
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