Spoken softly within the elements of my skin….allowing a whisper to become the voice of my sin…my wordz describe my soul…my loves….they describe me.
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The Beg
Beautiful black man lying in my bed
Whose conquests in the night makes me beg
I reach for you grabbing you tight
As we synchronize our dance through the night
Our hips moving in perfect harmony
As I work the essence of my femininity
My legs wrapped around you pulling you in
No need to resist this sugared sin
Harder I whisper my first beg of the night
A smile comes to your face and you bask in delight
You answer my call going deeper and stronger
My mind not sure I can take it much longer
“Now” I scream my second beg escapes my lips
You take your time in my nectar you dip
My body on fire, no longer able to contain
In my rapture I call out your name
I call to the heavens as you claim your prize
I see the satisfaction as I look in your eyes
You surprise me and tell me your not done
You murmur I know you got in you one last cum
I sit up on elbows looking puzzled
As you begin to kiss, lick and nuzzle
You smile back with wicked glee
As your tongue begins to pleasure me
My hips gyrate out of control
My body releases what I can no longer hold
You continue to nibble, lick and tease
As I try to pull together my quivering knees
No more I beg my body convulsing from what you’ve done
My fourth beg escapes with the rising of the sun
Our bodies spent we lay on the bed
I reach and touch your beautiful head
My turn now to make you beg
