Preference

Something about a thick woman

Dripping her lusciousness for me to savor 

Vividly above any slander

She is the prime picking of choice for juicy flavor 

Appreciative down to the curves of her feet

Her temple the epitome of peace

Scavenger hunts every time her lips usher me

Into conversations... devoting to her words of intimacy

There’s no risk in rhyme and scattered orders

I’ll take my turn to match her lightening with my thunder 

Doused by the flame of my muses flaunter

I’m as gullible to her attention like a fly to apple cider vinegar

There is something about a thick woman 

Dripping her lusciousness for me to savor 

Appreciating the mental before every plunge 

Soaked into her anatomy... with her grace I am the sponge 

They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

I count every curve dripping from my succulent muse

She is the prime picking of choice for juicy savor

Always ripe her fruit never expires

There is something about a thick woman

Mishandling her demands beyond her limitation 

Never barren of my ability to conquer 

I douse my lips with all of her unread quality literature

I’ll read novels every time my tongue dances along her body
Missing no spots as long as she holds steady
Flexibility challenges simple in the moment of lust
Loving every piece into a devour afloat her grunts.