The Dress Made Me Do It

Made up girl making fashion speak,
Laid up aching for a passion peak,
Trick temptress if she hit my stick,
Slick dick empress in a chick flick,
Turned her into the kind of creature,
We steam dream in a freaky feature,
Sultry super sex sweet aphrodisiac,
Face to feet made me that maniac,
Turned threesomes into a single X,
Burned freedom, a hint of triple sex,
She was a daily, did me all the time,
Ride or die while she hid the crime,

Cookie set fresh in a dress of mesh,
Mini melon breasts and fetish flesh,
I was blessed to see her get in less,
She would succeed in wet success,
So out and about in the loud crowd,
Without doubt and strutting proud,
No caring whatever she’s hearing,
Body searing, wearing skin flaring,
King for her as my queen, wife, slut,
Watching her clean wine that butt,
Right night to be every man’s hero,
Knowing all night they’d score zero,

Took her to a height with slim bites,
Made a sight fucking in dim lights,
Couldn’t keep our horny side caged,
At any stage if our bodies engaged,
Male jaws dropped or eyes popped,
As we both popped, music stopped,
Seeming utter shock and disbelief,
She got her cock and hit bliss relief,
Went home to make the bed drum,
We heard it made some cops come,
My ego feeder, sometimes a leader,
Nymph, I couldn’t help but need her,

Forget the rest, she’s the very best,
Purity in portions perfectly pressed,
Yet didn’t know just how blessed, Unsure even if she got undressed,
Every time I put her in the hot light,
She’d shine and blind the spotlight,
Making love in halls against walls,
Atop the hills and under waterfalls,
Unleash it all, no more need to hide,
Release made her feel freed inside,
So every night she calls to request,
All of me up inside her mesh dress.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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Simply Simplicity

I want to feel the fire and sparks,
With the walks and talks in parks,
No remarks on dark stretch marks,
To touch the tip of a tickled nose,
Much of the lip and bickering goes,
Lose whole control to a naked soul,
On a roll in a role, not taking a toll,
Pour out the liquid inside my mind,
In main brain veins of a mind I find,
Flay plays with signs and designs,
Stray lines aligned as land mines,
The beautiful mind precedes a face,
Blind love leads and feeds a space,
Words spoken, meanings implicitly,
It takes or makes simple simplicity.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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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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I Can Be That Gentleman

I can run a finger through your hair,
Linger thoughts as you take a chair,
Giving passionate kisses in doses,
Making true wishes come in roses,
Open the waves for a listening ear,
Keeping close in secrets we share,
Let you feel my frosted voice float,
Like a watery rhythm within a boat,

Take trips and dips along the coast,
Make tips in dripping embers roast,
Park sitting with bodies benched,
Dirty fires in lusty loins quenched,
Write our love life story, I’m a poet,
Might be in love and not know yet,
Bathe you with cinnamon attention,
No pretension, I’ll be a gentleman,

I can be really big on sentimentals,
Be right on point for the incidentals,
Support all moments feeling proud,
Showing you stand out in a crowd,
Funny how it can make a man feel,
Finding a fluttering heart to steal,
Not a crime showing a little jealous,
While a million men go overzealous,

Make soft steady strokes get rough,
Set you off till sheets soak enough,
I’m a cross between sweet or rebel,
Heat it up, make you beat the devil,
All ladies love to see the better half,
Delirious or serious to get a laugh,
I will guide you with a gentle hand,
By your side…I’ll be that gentleman.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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The Sweetest Wine

I carried a corkscrew and glass,
Met me at the front showing ass,
This, for a meeting of the minds…
On the floor a sheet was spread,
Glimpsed four posters over a bed,
She undressed, opened the blinds,

Bottle in hand with euphoric grin,
I could see from her mood within,
This meeting started with drinks…
Sat in a couch that satisfied me,
Cross-legged she sat beside me,
I loved her wine served with kinks,

She broke a glass, no problem,
Grabbed it too tight by the stem,
Thoughts got caught in a clash,
Screwed the cork until it popped,
Can’t recall, but still it stopped,
She emptied my glass in a flash,

I stepped quietly while she slept,
All wine meeting secrets we kept,
Sometimes we drank out of line,
Meeting over drinks and over bed,
Four big posters lined overhead,
Always serving her sweetest wine.

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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Once Upon A Rainy Night

The smell of rain takes me back,
In those moments of immortality,
An absolute perfection called US,
Cooling down streets we walked,
Wetting us along while we talked,
Letting guards and covers down,
Freely facing our fears in pours,
Scent of nature’s wet wild grass,
Nothing hidden inside our souls,
As one together facing this world,
The feel of rain takes me back,
Raindrops rolling off honey skin,
Fabric clinging on for attention,
Electric hairs at rest on the nape,
Vitals worship the temple of shape,
Love made under lightning lashes,
Stories told of futures intertwined,
Torrents glueing us to an umbrella,
Heading home to fluffed blankets,
A lullaby of showers tap a tin roof,
The sound of rain takes me back,
Feel of breath brushing my neck,
Tingling tickles of warmed toes,
Imprisoned embraces chain us,
Wishing to relive it for a lifetime,
Waking to washed window panes,
Crushed sheets and subtle eyes,
Music of our hearts in harmony,
It’s raining and I’m missing you,
That US once upon a rainy night.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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Lessons From A Lesbian

Starched body liquid in leatherette,
Learnt each lesson without regret,
Our bed conquests evenly matched,
She got all girls strap-on attached,
Heard that I’d make a great suitor,
Since I introduced Kama to Sutra,
Stopped me rock stiff in my tracks,
When she talked about candle wax,
Showed me all the orgasmic routes,
Speaking naked in knee high boots,
“See ladies like a ladder with rungs,
Climb slowly and speak in tongues,
Pause in the middle rung and lick it, Look carefully before you flick it,
Get a little kinky with fruit in a bowl,
A banana will make her kitty growl,
Wasting time with riding for hours,
You’re in a garden watering flowers,
Focus on all her pleasures in bliss,
Feel her skin in the right body kiss,
Make her beg when soaking wet,
Loving passion making her sweat,
Oh, before she climbs up the pole,
She might try to swallow it whole,
Make her flash flood like a waterfall,
Those nails will cut through a wall,
Don’t forget the slaps and spanks,
Fully satisfied she’ll tell you thanks”
Most of these things did I’m sure,
Certify me as a female connoisseur,
All the men out there time wasting,
Proof of the pudding is the tasting,
I always remember where I began,
Getting love lessons from a lesbian.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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After Dark Lights

After dark lights,
Mark the dark nights,
Climbing under sheets,
Electric skin tones,
Chocolate bar time,
Licking up all sweets,
Savour the forest fire,
Wrapped in a human equator,
Legs on a mountain climb,
Brushing strokes,
Wet paint waiting,
Ripe strawberries,
Moscato soaked,
Frosty cream whipped,
Slips into cherry lips,
Lava laced liquid,
Thrusting fingers,
The secret is gone,
Searing passion in parts,
Unmasked bodies in one,
Embers cool slow,
Scented steam lingers,
Spasms subdued,
Drifting out,
Calmed, closer,
Words, whispers,
Unseen blush,
Feather touches,
Suspended air,
Embracing Morpheus,
Floating above,
Water within,
Within the dark,
After dark lights.

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Living In The Love Of Lights

Lights aglow,
Above and high,
Sights below,
Perched atop,
A mountain stop,
Wine kissed glass,
Smoky moods pass,
Flickering lights,

Harbour lights hit sea sands,
Boat men row with free hands,
Distant sounds of reggae heard,
Eyes connecting without a word,
Sudden sun sets, rays replaced,
Parked ski jets, moonlight faced,

Breeze says relax,
Mosquitoes in packs,
Candle wax dripping,
Moscato sipping,
Dancing water bobs,
Drunken tourist mobs,
Soothing hints return,
Watching candles burn,

Low ebbs and new heights meet,
No webs and lies in faces sweet,
More time, talks and boardwalk,
Lessons on that board in chalk,
Freedom to get away and stroll,
Waves provoke the land control,

Star lights,
Bar whites,
Lightning,
Frightening,
Cork pops,
Raindrops,
No umbrella,
I’m a lucky fella,
Living in the love of lights.