I like them thick, beautiful, and edible
Addictions between thighs of wisdom
Tasting thoughts of progression
Toasting to escaping the world of injustice
Policticing about our favorite artists
Every time their song plays with her moans
Feeding the hunger crisis of sapiosexual releases
Believing that queens too are nasty free freaks
Photographing our sequels for replay
Understanding I too need a woman with fire brain
How many hearts do we have to break
Before we mend ours together
She is my chocolate morning sweetness
Muffin topped cherishing with no stops
I whispered into her pleasure when her orgasm dropped
Her lips were so thick
Full and encaptured
I was the putty for her molding
Yet I was so afraid of hurting her
Loving myself more then love
Be still and watch the world mold itself to you
Yet she rewound my world to her times endless pursue
What is the poet to do
Chasing clouds of inching into you
I can touch places you’ve never learned existed
Wrapped in the intensity of our kissing
Episodes wore themselves out
Before the shutters of eyelids captured this daydream
Streaming unlimited gluttonous precautions
Throwing shame out of the window of freedom.
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