Climax

Summit

Blended melanin,
wind kissed,
chilled like cognac
out in the open,
up most high
fiving the moon,
eyeing its bloom,
vying a token,
a potent cry
signing the mood
for an interlude

-Jg

Infusion

Screaming—hot

a tea kettle moment;

an acoustic soothing

Mood brewing,

seeping;

pungency attained
 

-Jg

Brewing

Long emotional eves

into a deep moody pink

lined in a milky coat

draped in tea leaves

Satisfaction

Different strokes 

moan everything but monotone

as they come together

,but leave different

-Jg

Out of this World

Cosmic orgasm,

explosion into the PM

like glitzy stars

surrounding milky ways

Orbiting

between night and day

sleep claimed

but dreams had anyway

Buttons on breasts erect,

uncanny like two moons,

a one woman rocket 

trying not to blast off too soon

Gravity moves,

pulls to be pushed

to limits unthought of

leaving the atmosphere mushroomed

- Jg

Sprung Already

Freshly cut against the blade,

smooth like shea butter,

she is a moroccan rose scented

resplendent cooch.

Warm dew drops

wandering along leafy grooves

creating currents down stream

at the mouth of a mighty Mississippi.

Simply sweetening

like mango for my sugar,

she has the juice

I wish to procure.

Her moisture gets heavy

as my tongue disks,

flooding over her walls

when I breach the levy.

-Jg

Climax

You like what you see,

 my high for your love,

climbing my sugar hill

like a queen through her colony.

An anatomy labored hard

to be the one you look to,

antsy when you request me

to indulge your bodily medley.

You like what I teach,

teasing your center piece

til the flavor sits moist

soaking into the skin of my lips.

I grin when you moan with a lisp,

grammatically incorrect

at your apex,

you are dripping wet.

-Jg

Addiction

Clear view,

no obstruction,

I seek justice

for the tease.

On my bended knees,

no prayer needed

for my daily bread,

amen.

Slick like Roman,

sauced up heavy,

wet in this heat,

let me eat.

Take a seat,

get the jitters out,

feed your need,

no relapse.

-Jg

Coffee and Melanin

Sweet aromas tickled my nose hairs

drifting off the stream wrapped in heat.

I sipped hearing songs of the coot,

yearning a sip of the mahogany too?

a deep brown like african melanin

showering her shea buttered cooch.

Bashful I grinned at my lips on the rim.

My bone's tip blushing at her potency,

I was riddance with bed shoes kicking

the night free.

-Jg

Queen Bee

There is a nook where...

the smell is enticing

of honey comb lips,

sweet like blackberry molasses

I see myself there...

murmur upon murmur

yearn after yearn

spying the center piece,

panting and exhausted

all from the intimacy

Wet-

Only for your drip

I submit