Sextacy Poetry
Written By Miss Too Sexy (aka Lashuntrice)
I Got A Problem
Par One
“I got a problem…I like to fuck
I got a problem… I like to fuck
I got a problem…I like to fuck”
But I’m not Trina
I repeat
I’m not Trina
When he sees me he’s already getting images of pinning me against the wall, combining himself with me, trying to make me scream and shout, nice and wet is how he‘s imagining me, his imagination running so wild that he busts a nut before he even touches me, but he’s getting himself back together, so the two of us can become in sync, creating a nice rhythm, going at it all night, so much that by morning the neighbors can phonetically spell both our names…Yeah, his imagination is running wild…As he licks his lips thinking this is it…and then I stop him…Shit slips out his mouth. He’s craving my body, thirsting for my cum, hungry for my sex…but I’m not ready yet…he hasn’t turned me on. He doesn’t know my interests, hasn’t tried to kiss me. He’s just ready to treat me like a prostitute and stick his dick in me…but I’m not having it cause…
I’m not Trina
I repeat
I’m not Trina
I’m demanding respect…a man that caters to me…dinner and a movie, is that too hard? I want him to wine and dine me…treat me nicely…don’t call me sexy…call me Miss Too Sexy…Beautiful…Woman of his dreams…seduce me so the love-making, not sex, will be that much more wonderful…
Or is that unrealistic?
I’m looking for love
But he’s looking for sex.
He doesn’t want love…he’s young and has the rest of his life ahead of him…lots more girls for his future…I’m just here now…just a girl that has what he wants, something so precious between my thighs, but to him I can easily give it up…
So I listen to Trina, see how I can fix the situation…make it to my advantage. Then I realize he’s a lame and the ball’s been in my court. So since he can’t figure out how to please me…I invite him over, make him get on his knees, make him beg and plead until it starts to excite me…and we proceed to have sex, not make love, just fuck.
"We Fucked"
Part Two
We fucked…
We fucked…
And then we fucked some more.
I wasn’t into it at first. His touched bothered me. His breathing disturbed me. His talking turned me off. Just seeing him on top of me made me sick…but I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure had to come. It had no choice but to. I had wanted this moment to be here and I couldn’t end it on a sad note.
So we fucked…
We fucked…
And we continued to fuck until it was no longer about him. He continually stuck his dick in and out of me, but not for his satisfaction. He thought he was pleasing me as he whispered sweet things in my ear. I whispered sweet things back just to make the moment even better. He asked me was he the best. I lied and said yes. I finally took advantage of the situation…told him I wasn’t feeling being under him, had to get on the top…
So we fucked…
We fucked…
No I fucked him up,
Had his brain messed up. We switched positions. Then I gave him a prescription, one much stronger than those dose he was trying to put on me. I rode him, rode him good. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I handled my business…put my all into pleasing him… had to give him something to miss…And I did.
We fucked…
We fucked…
No actually, I fucked him up,
Because he loved he way I rode him.
He Scored
Part Three
I fucked his brain up, had him thinking I was his new girl all because…
He scored
He scored
He called his boys and told them he scored. He soared. He faced his fears of lions, tigers, and bears. He climbed the highest mountain and touched the sky. He then developed wings and flew into the clouds. While in the clouds he decided to get a peek at Heaven. When Heaven came he became insane all because…
He scored
He scored
He bragged so much to his boys that they started to mistake it for love. He even used the word, L-O-V-E. But he wasn’t in love. He was in lust. He still hadn’t offered to take me out on a date. No chicken, lobster, or steak. No nice restaurants, no fast food, not even any movies. They were simple things, but he forgot the simple things all because…
He scored
He scored
One time he was able to score, was able to soar, was able to fly all the way to Heaven. He was floating around on earth thinking about my body; my breasts, the rotation of my hips, the way my lips touched his when I became brave enough to steal a kiss. But he didn’t realize that my Heaven craved more. Just one time…
He scored
He scored
But lust is only temporary and I had gotten bored.
I Fell Into Lust
Part Four
I fell into lust
I met this guy I thought I could trust. He told me sweet things, but his actions were saying I was just a fling
I was scared
I was vulnerable
So I convinced myself that I could handle whatever he wanted. As time passed by the lust he craved became the lust I was afraid to let go of. Love is hard to find, but lust is always a phone call away. That’s why when he thought he had fell for me, I was ready to run from him and move on, ready to sing the same song with a new guy.
New guys
New tries
New inspirations for confusion, pain, and lots of tears.
But lust is powerful, so it’s feelings I had to gain. I lost a part of myself, the innocent child longing for the man of her dreams, but from every man I gained some of their dignity. Real men would have stood up for themselves, but I reduced these men to shones, hoes, guys who would one day end up becoming the baby daddy of some girl they hated.
I fell into lust
But it’s familiarity I started not to trust
I fell into lust
But I got tired of just being a fling
I was scared
I was vulnerable
I was told my struggles would be harder since I craved for something more, but if I could handle falling into lust I couldn’t back down from falling into love.
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