Just seeing him walk into the room brightens up my face….
I have a mental thought…wonder if he minds if I taste….
Skin a smooth cappuccino with a drop of cream….
Lips honey gold, butternut toffee….make me want to scream…
Melt in your mouth not in your hand…..I chuckle and I wonder, “Could this really be my man”….
His rod so stiff….makes me shutter….every time he enters my palace and temporary hibernates….
I call it love…..some call it sessions….down right fucking…..or fornicate….
Whatever it is….please do not stop….make me call out your name…..
Walt…Nice….Jerzeemiguel…..three in one, but they all mean the same…..
As he wraps his tongue around my nipple….I get chills down my spine….
Sensual thoughts entraps my mind….Damn, this man is fine…
Curly hair…cherry coke color….loves the touch of my hands….
Planting kisses…..stroking him….my body’s become his friend….
Eyes so brown like bumblebees….sincere and oh so sweet….
Erotic acts have taken place….before we even speak….
Harmonic….melodic….a symphony heard as we mesh together as one…..
Opera pitches ringing forth when we’re almost done…..
I look at him…..he looks at me……as we slowly grind….
I breathe and smile and answer myself….Hell yeah, this man is mine….