April 28/30

Let me be your Sunshine from Harlem Nights.
Taste this cookie, you'll fall in love from the first bite.
I’ll have you contemplating about leaving your wife;
you said your kids will be all-right.

I want to be your sunshine when your days feel like nights.
When darkness clouds your mind, and you're not sure
if you should shoot or fight.
Let me be your clear conscience.
I’m not the devil on the left shoulder,
I’m the angel on the right.

Let me softly kiss your cheeks when daylight peeks,
I like to express my love to you in the morning.
I can bring your wet dreams to reality.
My juices dripping down your shaft,
we didn't even take a bath.
You get me wetter than the dew on the lawn.    
I wanna' be your sunrise lick my crack of dawn,
from dust ‘till dawn then put it in my mouth when I yawn.

Baby, I’m a lucky dime.  
No, I’m not gold, but
I glitter from within my soul.
My curves are so fine, my kisses are divine, and
my ***** is so good,
if you threw it up in the air,
it would turn into sunshine!

The silence is filled by
Slowed breathing and quiet
Quakes in your chest.
Your heart a heavy
Drum and my burdensome
Lids can hardly make it
Through the symphony.

I give up my fight
And take one last glance
At the clock before surrender;
Just in time to
Witness the universe
Synchronizing
Just for us.

It feels like paintbrush
Fingertips caressing
Porcelain canvas;
Like a gentle metronome
Between your shoulders,
Held in chrysalis arms.

It feels like butterfly
Kisses under cotton sheets.
Passionate hands carve
Into electrified skin, and
Your ears attune to
The static moans from
A pair of sealed lips.