Ephiphany

Watching

Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder

Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder

Quiet,quiet

Growing excited

Dug him for his bank account,but really for

His private

Damn about a mindset

Really wasn't into that

Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat

Laidback was his foreplay

All that was needed,needed was some of that

Started simple

Massaging on my temple

Pinching on my mountain peaks

That a sisters into

I responded,'Mmmmm.'

You like the sound,I like makin'it more

I fell for the rock and shore

Enough,he brought it close so I could really see

Up close he slid between my breast

Sweaty with lust and sweat

Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo

Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck

Blended with my all day Chanel scent

This freaking was incredulent,decadent

Flip side,stomach meets sheets

He plows inside as if he's making beats

As if this year's harvest depended on it

Bendin'on it

Back on my back old fashioned is renewed

Red toenail polish on whitewalls

Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh

I must'

Remember'

To thank him'

Later

No,no,no

No,no,no

I take charge of ship

Moving with my back and my hips

Like my ancestors did

Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga

But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer

But it's too late

I put him to sleep

Curled all up,spasm all in his feet

Feeling all proud like I did something deep

Ain't really nothin'it's the way that it be

North Philly sister repin'hard like me

But why do I feel so empty?