Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Overstimulated (Poem)

By Lashuntrice 

Darkness outside 
A random movie on the television screen
The smell of smoke feels the air
A black and mild is in your hand
Light from the nearby lamp illuminates your body as you lean back in the chair 
No clothes on 
Your brown skin is waiting for my touch 
It's time for me to please you 
I'm on my knees 
Looking into your eyes 
As you look into mines
With my mouth I do my best 
I have to turn you on 
I'm wet 
It's time to combine our bodies in the most intimate way
We start on the couch 
And move to the bed 
Our bodies in synch
We develop a rhythm 
Sounds come out of mouths 
Then we explode with pleasure at the same time 
Is it hot in here or is it just me?

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