I bust when the wind blows-
when those carnal images refuse too turn me loose,
and begin too flow.
Very popular I may add,
on bookshelves, tv and social media fronts-
even found my way inside alot of y’alls Moms’ and Dads’.
I’m behind creating flicks with chicks-that stick too the mind, unfiltered,
of guys– that come up from behind and lick….-
so, do you find yourself unbothered
by the images I deliver?
Well you’ll come around,
just like the rest of them– possibly all alone,
hot and bothered,
for I make all who think surely, quiver.
I’m every filled fantasy of the under-appreciated–
the hard working man,
and those that seek menage a trois-–
usually by my hand.
I cater too them all-
before they can think or blink twice,
I offer images and I make the calls.
I get the ball rolling, the juices flowing, even stance’s that hardened a chance,
too fall under my trance, hopeful in getting blowed.
By the way–I’m lust, the biggest thing since breath, sometimes I move in sync, impulsively, quick– eventimes in stealth.
I flow like the blood in veins,
the animalistic instinct of the untamed-
I motivate disasters in pastor’s and clergymen-
too part and eat of strange pie
and have no shame.
Afterall I’m in the hearts’ and minds of many,
increasing the sells of sex and fantasy–
as I’m an alltime favorite, loved by many.
So once alone in your room —
I’m the conscious that calls,
the bravery inside those wild dreams– that awakens, a persistent gall.
Enjoying the heat you seek, all the blustery, flushed– blushes
for when you ride with me- you learn, exactly my powers of persuasion as well
what, true lust- is.
Series of 7 By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
3 of 7 Sins