As I arrive a mock’s the morning aggression.
My perception. Seems to have gained a sentiment position.
Of a profound sequence of sexual incantations.

Shortly she is havoc. From a feminist government.
Waiting to expose my fabric.
To filtrate my body to extreme measurements.
Her vagina seems to nuisance my wick.
As I shall watch her eyes and body stride in thick.
As her knee’s kindled with heat from her thigh’s to her lips.

Her mind is preparing to liquidate and paralyze.
With an uncontrolled indulgence so organize.
As her sexual climax as yet a plan.
To slide my wick and my hand.
On her back spine.
To the front of her diaphragm.
love dripping like temples of passions.

Simple minds could not even fathom.
The addiction of her fleshly atoms.
So I stand from my canopie.
And she knelled and handed me.
Her heart to my Wick.
Her voice to my fantasy making my endurance
Da’ Vin-cia-ble.

By:Carlos V Kaigler aka Brotha GKL

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