Kinky And Smooth

Five feet some, loving a deep inch,
Suckled honey sweet to the pinch,
Butter licked lava in lap filled tricks,
Busty bundle of hot chocolate mix,
Well trained to ride long extra miles,
Perfect polished pearly wet smiles,
Extra smooth arched back and ass,
Rubbing it on starched black glass,
Horny, sexy, petite packaged power,
Thorny rose, neat damaged flower,
Few dubious self thoughts of youth,
Face front, but she won’t face truth,
Planning for any future use of force, A sultry, sadistic kryptonite source,
Armed deadly, flicking lips and hips,
Charmed, warmed licking on whips,
Red flags, duffle bags and dog tags,
Head rags, shuffle stags, she brags,
Opened wide to invite the ménage,
Tight and right in that camouflage,
Built in boots to blow a man’s mind,
Milking shoots in her from behind,
I make love with her in every dream,
She thinks of me to build his steam,
Had beauty, booty ‘n boobs, yes her,
Duty cutie, kinky ‘n smooth, yes sir!

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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If You Didn’t Buy Her…

You both claim to be so in love,
Fell in love at first sight you say,
She says she, “grew to love you”,
You found her to be “Miss Perfect”,
She says, “he wasn’t quite my type”,
But here you are both “so in love”,

Here’s a stupid question for you:

“If you didn’t buy expensive dinner,
Are you sure you’d be the winner?,
Of a heart well known to be cold,
As you warmed her with a billfold?
Clearly from two different worlds,
Showering diamonds and pearls,

If you didn’t buy expensive shoes,
Louboutin, Prada, Jimmy Choo’s,
Not to mention her favourite smell,
Burberry, Dior, Jacobs, No.5 Chanel, Kors, Klein, Wang, just to add a few,
And of course, Joy by Jean Patou,

If you didn’t buy the tickets to fly,
Put her ass in first class in the sky,
Book rooms in the diamond hotels,
And ring flamboyant wedding bells,
Gifting all her friends like queens,
Splashing all around social scenes,

If you didn’t buy clothes she wore,
Adding to the few she had before,
More you spend, more she needs,
That’s the life that buying breeds,
Of course, treat your woman nice,
But never even had to think twice?

Was it you or your money appeal,
That was a catch to seal the deal?
A really nice guy with a good soul,
Still love YOU without the bankroll?
Woke up broke…think for a minute,
Would your life still have HER in it?
If you didn’t buy…I’m just asking.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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A Touching Story

Everything she knew I taught,
Every toy she owned I bought,
For all the joy she sought,
Never took a bite from the bullet,
Or touched the ears of her rabbit,
Knew a lot about things,
Touched many topics,
But never knew herself,

I needed her to feel deep within,
In her mind it seemed like a sin,
Chained to a mental steel block,
Closed her mind shut to feel cock,
Ever since she had come of age,
Keeping the same book and page,
Touched me many times,
But never felt herself,

Slowly stripped her sexual soul,
Led her by lust to loose control,
Could feel a nature field burning,
Pulse and pores ready…yearning,
From behind she felt my voice,
Held her hands, made her moist,
Touched the inner core,
Finding her inner self,

Soon she’d no longer hate,
A stronger need to masturbate,
Unused toys released the oceans,
Hands mastered faster motions,
Now loves to feel her fingers,
A self love learnt still lingers,
Touches me to watch,
When she pleases herself,
Touching all of her.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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Bad Bitch Boots

I’ve always been weak for boots,
Not designer dresses or suits,
The truth is I can’t explain it,
I get horny and can’t contain it,
What makes this life complete?
Women in bad bitch boots…sweet,
Hottest pair put on pure skin,
Were on a woman I was in…to,
If you know what I mean…
First time I met her,
Said if I’d let her,
She would light my wood fire,
Blood count could go higher,
Thought I had read it wrong,
In only jacket and red thong,
Her boots lined with lace,
By the look on her face,
Whips and chains in mind,
She undressed to unwind,
Jump starting with the balls
on a pool table I bought,
In a moment I thought…wow!
Tried touching her breast,
Put a heel in my chest,
Felt the leather tip,
Swore I saw a whip,
Whoa! Wait a minute!
Lit a smoke and took two puffs,
Like magic came two handcuffs,
I might be a freak,
With a kinky streak,
But common sense beckoned,
I reckoned for a second,
She begged to be beaten,
Hadn’t even mentioned eaten,
Wanted to feel it force full,
Didn’t want remorseful,
In those bad bitch boots…
Gave as good as she dished,
Ten orgasms later she wished,
I’d never owned Longwood Estate,
Much longer travels to and fro…
Started all out as a flirter,
Tried hard not to hurt her,
Then made her a squirter,
Mattress soaked right through,
We joked in light about who
heard noise and called cops,
Ten-plus pops got me props,
No matter how, when or which,
Hot boots bring the bad bitch.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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Whose Pussy…Cat Is This?

It served little purpose in house,
Would run at the sight of a mouse,
Couldn’t climb the way up a tree,
But an adventurous pussy was she,
Love for scratching things of wood,
In and around her neighbourhood,
And gone before evidence showed,
By sunrise before the cock crowed,

Women fried fish and cried foul,
Say the puss was a real night owl,
Posted pictures with a description,
Mixed up a poisonous prescription,
Wives at war walking with knives,
To see if this really had nine lives,
The newspaper said that it shed,
Claimed a wife saw hairs in her bed,

The puss had the men going crazy,
Many wives had cats that were lazy,
But this one was so fluffy and fat,
They were bowled right off the bat,
Caring for this cat carried high cost,
Many men fought a battle and lost, This pussy caused so much stress,
But it can’t be blamed nonetheless,

Young pups got their egos bruised,
Those cat skills got them confused,
Most old dogs could smell the rat,
And decided not to chase this cat,
Although just a short time passed,
Kitty had run and done pretty fast,
Brought some grief and some bliss,
Let me ask… whose pussy is this?

Rodney S. O. Campbell

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She Wanted It All

Rent, light, water, grocery bill,
Clothes, perfume, shoes to kill,
New car with filled gas tank,
Withdrawal trips to the bank,
Hairstyle, nails done, day spas,
Hotel hopping just because,
World trips flying first class,
Throwing stones, living in glass,
But didn’t need any love,

Social mobility, high profile,
Living the lavish lifestyle,
Top clubs, parties, shows,
That girl every man knows,
Yacht rides sitting on the deck,
Diamonds dangling on the neck,
Dining in the best restaurants,
And getting anything she wants,
But didn’t give any love,

Fooling the crowd she’s real,
Drooling at another ticket meal,
Credit for never being a quitter,
Growing up mean and bitter,
Raised her levels on the bar,
Sold her soul to be the star,
Best actress on and off screen,
Put to rest the best ever seen,
But didn’t feel any love,
She only wanted it all.

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Our Wedding Day

We both met as game players,
Silenced the naysayers,
Took a long time to be together,
Stayed together a long time,
I knew then right off the bat,
It might end up as a write-off,
Both had all the right assets,
We paid off debts in our hearts,

We were in complete love,
Every waking moment seen,
Sleeping moment arrested,
Passionate moment felt,
Well past prepared to plunge,
And marry my perfect partner,
I started making plans aplenty,
Nuptials for life with no pre,

We had talked about it then,
Details, designs and the date,
She vowed to avoid other men,
With us moving to a marital state,
I gave my six side girlfriends a call,
To tell them all about my new life,
Put an end to the bullshit and all,
For my woman, my world, my wife,

Planned it nut tight without a hitch,
But man they’re right, life’s a bitch,
Decided to write our wedding song,
And felt the moment it went wrong,
We couldn’t find the right notes,
Suddenly at each other’s throats,
Lies, wars, somebody seen kissing,
Choices to make the baby missing,

My love proven, tested and tried,
Her love had been rested and died,
Nothing could change how she felt,
Thoughts of her still make me melt,
She left me before tying the knot,
Without saying the why or what,
I still hope she loves me in a way,
And shows up for our wedding day.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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Too Many Races To Run

Why is everything a race?
Colours in white and black,
Fast pace field and track,
Markets run red by stock,
Racing against time,
Running around in the mind,
No race from front to back,
Not one to bottom, only top,
When will this race thing stop?
Maybe when the last man drop,

Want a visa and run for ties,
Look for love and run for lies,
Run the road to make a buck,
Carry a load alone and get f..k,
We’re all running the human race,
A position in name without a face,
In a big world place with no space,
My bass is massive, no question,
My pace is passive and pedestrian,
Too many races to run,
And I’m tired of it.

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A Sweet Devil All Dressed Up

The taste of that fiery hot fudge,
Sweet irresistible dream ice cream,
Many samples were gladly given,
Ben and Jerry between lovely legs,
They were not a part of the brand,
But big branding was her specialty,

She preferred darker men at times,
Sometime, day, night, and any time,
Serving her vanilla or caramel cups,
Sprinkled nuts and blew minds up,
Crushing cones on creamy heads,
But she served all her flavours well,

Scooped high heels, short dresses,
Buckets of choice to suit the kinks,
Serving sundaes all day on Sunday,
Paid some bills all due on Monday,
Thought I was her only customer,
But we just never saw the queues,

The special one was Coney Island,
If you could pay for all of the rides,
How she did it all waffles me still,
Quality cream never once fell down,
Klein dress, Prada heels came off,
But made me cum…back for more,

One day the store closed for good,
Well…she opened another branch,
International Tasters Club I heard,
Blow torches, jobs and yogurt too,
Paying no bills, still working hard,
But beauty more than Dairy Queen,
She’s a sweet devil all dressed up.

Rodney S. O. Campbell©

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Days In A Moonlight Sonata

Can’t apologise for my impropriety,
I think perfection offers little variety,
How then can I sensibly say all this,
Knowing that the opposite exists?
The imagined and impossible seen,
Heavenly songs caught in between,
Keys of Beethoven low, then loud,
Mist in the midst, a no-show crowd,
Hummingbirds winded wings sing,
Unlit lanterns swing, chimes ring,

Sun with eyes in cotton wool skies,
Frisky full fog completes a sunrise,
Fur Elise filters in a classical strain,
Then dew soft leaves drink the rain,
Memories of youth all laughing silly,
Musing mindsets moist and chilly,
In the distance so close to home,
Barrelling clouds filled with foam,
Nature begins an awesome sight,
Battling in mere air for moonlight,

Arms of trees wrapped up in moss,
Wispy ends flair like hair in a toss,
Air blows, plant heads bend slow,
Subtle symphony of life creeps low,
No plains or pains on these levels,
Nature’s green screens burn devils,
Alas, the flat journey back begins,
To the city of all the off track sins,
Celestial voices raising the cantata,
Perfect days in a moonlight sonata.

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