Warm kitty, moist kitty, let him untie your bow
Spread your legs and be his intimate ***
He knows your lewd desires without you telling
The concentrated flicks of his tongue will have you yelling
To the top of your lungs with years of hidden lust
Inhale and exhale if you must
Relax and let him give you his hard bone
Warm to the touch and stiffer than stone
Stroke after stroke will begin to poke
At that button causing you to feel stoked
Kitty Kat will tighten up and clamp
Your juices, as juicy as they please, will grow damp
Beneath your full moon
Your ****** will punctually arrive soon
The puddle will sneak out of your garden
He’ll beat it up so supremely that he won’t need a pardon

Your Kitty Kat is stronger than you know
She’s so tight that he won’t ever tell you no
She’s a Soprano while he is a baritone
That slings and swings lower than a silenced microphone

Kitty Kat was the lock and his bone was the lost key
That you waited for

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let Big Papa make that ***** purr.
You can handle every inch as the good girl you are.
Claw and scratch at his back and his sheets.

Foxy little Kitty Kat,
Let Big Papa conquer you as a lion conquers his lioness.

-Mia J
10/20/2024

© 2024 Mia J

Chocolate is delicious.

Dark chocolate is arguably the best.
Or should I say, your dark chocolate is the best.
The absolute best.
Shaped like a candy bar with nuts deep inside here and there.
Girth as thick as your forearm and length as long as a Boa Constrictor.
After the first touch,
I needed your dark chocolate.
I tasted it, I licked it, I played with it until my hand grew tired.
My lips became attached at first taste.
Having to pull them away felt like committing a crime.
Such a forbidden act led to more naughty actions.
If tasting you was so wrong, I didn’t deserve to be right.
I wish I could’ve enjoyed my first taste longer.
I remember my mouth being stuffed and filled up with your dark chocolate goodness.

When our bodies became one,
it felt like our dark chocolate floated on a nimbus cloud.
You melted onto me, and I couldn’t fight my need.
Our dark chocolate belonged melted on one another.
My mind stayed focused on you.
You looked at me like my chocolate, every drop of it; was your curvy possession.
Your dark chocolate was warm on top of mine.
It warmed me up and made me whole.
Each stroke was made with lust.
I couldn’t get enough.
And neither could you.
You splashed your chocolate milk to the deepest depths and left nothing unsplash.
I took it like the big girl that I am.

We melt together frequently.
It’s a crime for us to not to.
We’re the perfect pair.
Our bodies deserve to be melted together.
Sending waves of passion and love and lust to each other.

When our chocolate melts, the world stops.
Mother Nature grants us unlimited time to melt
onto each other.

Call me a Nymphomaniac because I am addickted to your dark chocolate.
Real bad.  

-Mia J
5/11/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Every inch of her body is his most prized possession.

Her ***** is his favorite part.

Her moisture level surpasses that of a shower from nature.

Not even a tsunami could outrain her.

Her velvet knows when her owner needs it.

The most sensitive part of her pink slowly trembles.

Will Daddy lick her too?

Or will he simply go between her lips?

They cry tears of impatience and lust when he decides.

It only makes it easier for him to slide in.

She adjusted to his length long before
he ever penetrated her.

The way it smelled made her mouth water like a fountain.

The warmth of him made her hotter than 350 degrees.

The taste reminded her of a lollipop she was forbidden to have.

So delicious and she anticipates him more than dessert.

He belonged in her mouth.

In present day, he lives there and populates daily.

She swallows every drop like the good girl she is.

His liquids travel down her throat like a roller coaster after it reaches its peak.

He places her legs on his shoulders and pounds away.

Her ***** may as well be a bass drum

While his **** is the drumstick that won’t stop beating
even if it knows it needs to rest.

He bends her over and pushes her stomach flat.

Her *** arched in the air like she’s a resident from St. Louis.

Daddy claps her luscious cheeks like she’s being punished.

He spills out all of his man milk inside of her
and no drop goes unwaisted.

Her slit could go for another round.
Even four more if Daddy wants.

Hell, they’d live in each other’s skin if it were possible.
Connecting the way they do sexually ought to be a kept secret.
Because one just can’t go without the other.
Flashbacks and **** imaginations won’t suffice one bit.
They need the real thing.
Their seductive fantasies are acted out every night.

Naturally lubricated *** that sounds as nasty as it does ****.
Warm bodies rubbing against the other while perspiration
sinks into the skin.
Sounds of passion color the air like a page torn from a Kamasutra.
**** faces framed with such pleasure that it can never be erased.

They’ll happily do as the other pleases.
Anytime, and definitely any place.

8/3/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.

Oh, I just know that I will!

As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.

Is this what going out of space feels like?

With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.

5-9-2021
Mia J

© 2021 Mia J

Her storms had been brewing for far too long.
Summer could only rain in June.
But her storms were on the brink of splashing down.
Humidity naturally caused her atmosphere to be hot annually.
June had run out of chances for Summer.
Summer was past the age of drizzling a small amount
on her own.

July came after June.
And was Summer’s new favorite month.
July made Summer so moist.
But she couldn’t let her storms come.  

At first.

Summer needed permission to rain in July.
But July was above 96 degrees on the first.
July made Summer feel warm and welcome.
July gave Summer a chance to relax properly.
Summer relaxed and let her storm rain all over July.
Her full clouds rumbled and clapped furiously on July.

Her waters made July as soaked as the Atlantic Ocean.
Summer couldn’t hold out for too long.
One release in July confirmed her need for a release
more frequently.
Summer was a hot-natured season.
And only wanted a month who could match her alluring ways.

-Mia J
7-11-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******.
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****.
I want my legs to shake before you finish.

But first, I need your permission.

8/2021 (Original date)

5/11/2023
-Mia J
  
© 2021 Mia J

Nostalgia from my childhood and what I wasn’t alive for.
Reminding me of listening to the radio and CD players.
Played for the umpteenth time and still heard for the first.
Connected through lyrics written with passion and strength.
Understood for the art it was intended to be.
Instrumentals pouring through my soul like Henny on ice.
Being transported nationally and internationally by the taps of my fingers.
Careless enough to explore any genre of my choosing.
Appreciated for the creativity and beauty and dedication.

A chance to escape to forget but never forgetting to truly escape.

Music has the power to inspire those that also want to create.
It can set you free if you let it.
Music can turn a world on its head back upside.
It can lift up a hung-down head, bring joy to a sad spirit.
Music can do what’s wanted and especially needed.

My ears and my heart cherish the instrumentals, the lyrics, the chance to find memories,
the opportunity to vibe.
Chance after chance to enjoy just one thing as it was, is, and always will be.

-Mia J
9/2/2024

© 2024 Mia J