That cold Sunday morning I had
left with lofty expectations for Sidney
Reaching you Down Under was
to me a gratifying chase, Stephaney
The shades of your smile didn’t
give up its pleasure and harmony
The tone of your voice, your
cherubic cuddle, warming, still coached in vanity
Your beach cologne all along
baptise the nostrils of my impulse
Arousing the subterranean chalice
of my feelings so covetous
As I ponder within the arms
of the lilac hour
My lips in thine as we tenderly
roll each other
Your breath so pure and teenage
Your juice so saline and beverage
And you unbolt the locker of
my soul, so classic, honey
By the nipples you crush on my
chest, so ravishing, baby
Oblivious of the blues underneath
echoing the masturbations of Luther Vandross
You jiggle and moan deep, pounding
bit by bit my chords as our flesh metamorphose.
Your rhythm kills my voice control,
arresting my solar plexus.
In this maze I amaze at your
ticklesome fingers so treacherous
You open your legs so wide
and welcome generously the radar
And ascend with concentration
as we smooch and draw firmly together
On your blonde hair I drag
as if I am about to fall from a slope
You moan, awake, believe, become,
suck, and swallow in hope
Again you always entertain
me by my back hairs you pull
As on my chest you rescind conscious
of the horny in your pool
As I spank on, you unhold my
lips so softly
Telling me baby ‘you are a
bad boy so lovely.’
‘So lovely
That I shall love you so
badly’
‘Loving you in the dawn
Of a truth has made me the
woman so grown’.
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