The Poet
You ever had a man talk your panties off?
He unhooked my bra with his words,
Every word, a hook was loosened, before I knew it, my pussy was throbbing and my clit, on fire, he licked and blew it.
Maybe it was like a haiku ,
Nah it was more like an acrostic piece
The touch of
His skin and the smile on his face
Even while he devoured me, the expression never changed
Pussy juices drippin down his chin
One word after another as he made me feel
Every meaning of every word he spoke that poetic shit
That got me right where he wanted me,
Riding the face of The Poet
KAYTEE
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