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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