Fingers trickle up my thighs
To the back of my head go my eyes
As my soul is visited, in and out,
My mouth falls open, yet there is no shout

Lips so soft on my melanin rich skin
Tasting sweet as honeydew in your mouth, it is almost
a sin
For with every carnal kiss of lust and passion,
You pull away, as the pleasure must be rationed

You plunge within my soul so slowly,
I wince as you become within me fully
Each stroke so strategic, each moan so pure
The pressure is rising, my body cannot much
longer endure

Speed up, slow down, at the perfect pace
Energy in-sync, this is not race
I feel it. You feel it. We slowly decrease.
The warmth of your ecstasy fills me, as we
simultaneously release.

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