Summit

Can’t Stand the Rain(Drenched)

I seek shade,

Weather me not,

I can't stand rain,

Uh, uh

It reminds me of it,

Her drenched explicit,

That deep divot,

Those squeezing minutes

ticking around me,

Ooo, wee!

Why isn't the time moving?

Home sweet home me!,

I'm loathing,

Dragging her name through mud,

F***k!,

Where's my umbrella!?

In Her Domain

Don’t flinch,

take every melanin inch.

It will dic-tate how deep

my immersion is,

but forget about the ‘k’;

it’s just silent,

yet you won’t be when I’m 

ruler of your measurements,

and yes the tooling of your 

quintessence will be precise.

For I will make the inside of

your walls a forever stay.

I will dethrone the Queen

just to seat her back in place.

I will go on to always make a

leakage her pink groovy inlaid.

—JG

Undefeated

I witnessed pure devotion

the second my eyes mirrored

her atop my masculinity victorious,

wearing the glory in sweat.

It was amazing the way she moved,

the way she oohed and aahed

my every sense into an applaud

amounting to high decibels.

Nothing is owed in return

the way her sticky chasm took hold, 

solemnly taking ownership

of what she desired hers truly.

- G

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