The cream pies, deep throat, DP’s,
start of Vanessa throughout his teens, even added Pink to the equation,
and a few other tag teams were added, to his drifting concentration.
This was his crew, his line up,
his helping hands’,
that gave gratifying relief,
rises and falls, until he couldn’t stand.
Always wished for a woman in existence, like these.
Then he met her, an hourglass of juiciness, full hips, tits, and lips, the entire package.
To him, reality’s bolt of lightening,
the kit and kaboodle, his answered prayers, the insanely intellectual best,
so good to him it was frightening.
She told him he’d never need them again, as she referred to the porn and begin to explain..
“I’m your fantasy, with the dirtiest mind and skills, as well great in word play.”
“It’s no choice you have to make,
as you’re quite welcome to see”.
“But they just get in my way”
“be my guest to keep as visuals,
I’m also your peace, but every experience with these centers will set your mind and body free”.
“Its my pleasure to role play or whatever, because I’m your MVP”.
He was torn between her and
a method tried and true,
but looking at the sex appeal spilling before him,
her stimulating package, was all he really ever wanted to do.
18+ Mature Poetry By Tamara Moore
Thinker on the Loose