Buttery brown sista
You are my virgin nectar
Sweet and moist
Can I taste you?
Rich
Satisfying you
Consume
The passion
Of your wet kisses
And drown
In the funk of
Yur flavour
Lose my mind
In a thigh embrace
So tight
It suffocates the air
Between Us
While my head
Dances in tune
To the melody
Of your gyrating pulse
I am seduced by
Your smooVe texture
I rub your breasts
In circular motions
And stroke you up
To fits of convulsion
And Hallelujah screams
Then down to
Breathless exhaustion
And from there....sweet dreams
But rest comes later
For now I am
Your willing victim
SlaVe to your
Every want
Held hostage by
Your needs
And servant to
Your every desire
Burned by your fire
I am
Trapped
With no escape
Except inside of you
Where I am again safe

Buttery brown sista
You are my virgin nectar
Sweet and moist
Can I taste you
In small portions
Lick you molasses slow
And saVor
Every drop
Can I fantasize
For a moment
And do all of the
Things mama said
I shouldn't
And everything else
The next man wouldn't
Can I smack your ass
And rub you down
With your own
Moistened sweat beads
And drink the waterfall
From the arch in your back?
Can I become addicted
To your jizm
And relapse
Everyday

Can I taste you...again?

CAN I TASTE YOU? (THE ANSWER)

Yes you can taste me
But will you be able to handle the juices
Flowing from me like the Nile River
The sweetness of my nectar
Like Mango in Jamaica
Growing free in the summertime
Will you regurgitate my Essence
Or savor it for later
This buttery brown sista is contemplating the rhythm
Only we can create
The melody our bodies will make
If I allow you to taste me
Will you appreciate the wetness of my body
Drop by drop
Can you appreciate every inch of me
Give praise and honor to my sensuality
Caress me
While slowly penetrating my spot
And as I feel you coming down
I will meet you at that place
That only true love can be found

Yes you can taste me
If only for one night
Leaving me breathless
Begging for more
As the sun rises
I find your thrusts deeply rooted in my mind
Playing over and over again
Like a staccato
I can be a slave to your jizm
Soft and gentle
Finding you lost in my African rainforest
Locking you in the warmth of my thighs
Getting you high

Yes you can taste me
Your tongue dancing on my body
Sending me to heaven and back
As I yell out for more
Making sure you get each portion
As it drips from your lips
My hips moving to your command
Over and over again

Yes you can taste me
As you flow from being intoxicated
To sober
But bring a big spoon
‘Cause my cup runneth over