head games pt. 2

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erotic

I want my girl to do a hand stand against the wall, my tongue buried in her love spot tasting it all, or maybe in the chair on all fours, call my tongue Columbus because her love spot I plan too explore, never discovered, because I found that thang a long time ago before any other brother wanted to claim it, I love it when she rides this face because the passion shows in my eyes, or maybe I'll bend her over the window seal on a hot summer's day and let her communicate with the birds, see the only thing thats obsurd is a brotha that dont eat, fearin that moniker that you are what you eat, well shh..call me , cause a cat got nine lives and if I die one time from eatin her, I still got eight more tries to try to survive without drowning, 69 is an understatement, I'm tryin to give her 70 orgasms by word of mouth, so I spit a poetry piece inside her pink peach til that clit snap back, and my jaws become locked in position, devoruing that ish from every position cause just havin her lay there flat on her back sometimes is a waste of time, so sometimes I take her on mental trips with trips that I only dream of, cause last time she had me feelin like I was in New York cause I swore I was at Niagara Falls, under the waterfalls getting soaked, Super Soaker was invented based off her body, cause that pump was my fingers gettin that peach ripe and primed and once that pressure built up, she let off, well in this case, my tongue got her off cause it turned her on, and I flipped that switch so damn much that my electricity bill was higher than giraffe , but this right here was well worth every cent spent to pay my bill, I love it when she wear those heels, its like she putting that Nani on a pedestal, so I climb those legs and take her to the edge of my building, I have those legs hittin the ceiling and crashing down, they sort of like the twin towers, but unlike 9/11 this aint no cover up, she just cummin up out of that wet wet and straight into my mouthpiece, see it dont matter what you call this, , nani, kuda snap, snap back, peach, fruit, wet wet or the creation of the human race, fact is that the taste of this is almost equivalent to the ish that mama used to make on Sundays, classic dinners that after eaten, you gotta go to sleep, knowin the drip from that kitchen sink is the only leak in your house that you will never want fixed, and even if that ish got to gushing out the pipes its aight, cause the wetter the better, so til the day that I die, I'll continue to write love letters with my taste buds on a canvas that pink with two lips, sign, seal and deliver em to her in a package of multiple orgasms for the rest of her life