Us two in a quiet dark room
Listening to the sweet melody of rhythm and blues
I put my ear to your chest and feel every heartbeat
My forbidden fruit, diabetic candy I need
I stare into your eyes as I play with your treasure
I see you close your eyes as your sign of pleasure
It starts to get hard just the way I like
I get closer to it than open my mouth to his mic
I blow it like a whistle
As it hardens as a pistol
My mouth filled by his juices
I swallow some as my throat chooses
Im on my knees serving my lord
In a few, he'll be on top banging my gong
He pulls my hair, I pull away before I choke
From his mic I blow on, in my throat
His Mic
Siya Selani
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 02/01/2021
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