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Softly spoken
Poems
Oct 2011
poetic *******
walk away from your computer lay down and make a call
i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all
with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast
rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes
glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride
lights off door locked im not in arms reach
but if you close ya eyes my face you will see
i want you in a deep trance
as you explore with your hands
"where i wanna be"
right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets
kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste
i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste
"wait baby dont let go of the phone"
i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong
continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play
rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way
now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby
switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing
you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice
begging me to direct you a little bit more
so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore
my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing
i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust
circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust
your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey
now ya body is getting hot, **** *****, amd this nut you want it
chris is going to give it to you
back to being the director i put you in school
my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment
go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more
i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door
loose yaself this last time
im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind
ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes
you scream chris and i already know
on the phone i read you this *** poetry
now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease
still i can hear you breathing heavily
you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max
because you never had poetic *******.......
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