Song one
This is a song about tarzanic love
That subsisted some years ago,
As a love duel between an English girl and an African ogre,
There was an English girl hailing along the banks of river Thames
She had stubbornly refused all offers for marriage,
From all the local English boys, both rich and poor
tall and short, weak or strong, ugly and comely in the eye,
the girl had refused and sternly refused the treats for love,
She was disciplined to her callous pursuit of her dream
to marry a mysterious,fantastic,lively,original and extra-ordinary man,
That no other woman in history of human marriage ever married,
She came from London, near the banks of river Thames,
Her name was Victoria Goodhamlet Lovehill, daughter of a peasant,
She came from a humble English family, which hustled often
For food, clothing, and other calls that make one an ordinary British,
She grew up without a local boy friend, anywhere in the English world,
She is the first English girl to knock the age of forty five while a ******,
She never got deflowered in her teens as other English girls usually do
She preserved her purse with maximal carefulness in her wait for a black man,
Her father, of course a peasant, his trade was human barber and horse shearer,
Often asked her what she wants in life before her marriage, which man she really wanted,
Her specification was an open eyesore to her father; no blinkers could stave the father’s pale
For she wanted a black tall man, strong and ruggedly dark in the skin, must own a kingdom,
Fables taken to her from Africa were that such an African man was only one but none else,
His glorious name was Akhatembete kho bwibo khakhalikha no bwoya,
When the English girl heard the chimerical name of her potential husband,
She felt a super bliss in her spine; she yearned for the day of her rendezvous,
She crashed into desperate burning for true English love
With a man with a wonderful name like Akhatembete kho bwibo khakhalikha no bwoya.


Song two

Rumours of this English despair and dilemma for love reached Africa, in the wrong ears,
Not the human ears, but unfortunately the ears of the ogres, seasoned in the evil art,
It was received and treated as classified information among the African ogress,
They prevented this news to leak to African humans at all at all
Lest humans enjoy their human status and enjoy most
The love in the offing from the English girl,
They thus swiftly plotted and ployed
To lure and win the ******
From royal land;
England.




Song three

Firstly, the African ogres recruited one of their own
The most handsome middle aged male ogre, more handsome than all in humanity,
And of course African ogres are beautiful and handsome than African humans, no match,
The ogres are more gifted in stature, physique, eugenics and general overtures
They always outplay African humans on matters of intelligence, they are shrewder,
Ogres are aggressive and swashbuckling in manners; fear is none of their domain
Craft and slyness is their breakfast, super is the result; success, whether pyrrhic or Byronic,
Is their sweetest dish, they then schemed to get the English girl at whatever cost,
They made a move to name one of their fellow ogres the name of dream man;
Akhatembete khobwibo khakhalikha no bwoya,
Which an English girl wanted,
By viciously naming one of their handsome middle-aged man this name.

Song four

Then they set off 0n foot, from Congo moving to the north towards Europe abode England,
Where the beautiful girl of the times, Victoria Goodhamlet Lovehill hail,
They were three of them, walking funnily in cyclopic steps of African ogres,
Keeping themselves humorously high by feigning how they will dupe the girl,
How they will slyly decoy the English village pumpkin of the girl in to their trap,
And effortlessly make her walk on foot from England to Africa, in pursuit of love
On this muse and sweet wistfulness they broke out into loud gewgaws of laughter,
In such emotional bliss they now jump up wildly forgetting about their tails
Which they initially stuffed inside white long trousers, tails now wag and flag crazily,
Feats of such wild emotions gave the ogres superhuman synergy to walk cyclopically,
A couple of their strides made them to cross Uganda, Kenya, Somali, Ethiopia and Egypt
Just but in few days, as sometimes they ran in violent stampedes
Singing in a cryptic language the funny ogres songs;

Dada wu ndolelee!
Dada wu ndolelee!
Kuyuni kwa mnja
Sa kwingile khundilila !

Ehe kuyuni Mulie!
Ehe kuyuni mulie!
Omukhana oyo
Kaloba khuja lilia !
They then laughed loudly, farted cacophonously and jumped wildly, as if possessed,
They used happiness and raucous joy as a strategy to walk miles and miles
Which you cover when moving on foot from Congo to England,
They finally crossed Morocco and walked into Europe,
They by-passed Italy and Spain walking piecemeal
into England, native land of the beautiful girl.

Song  five

When the three ogres reached England, they were all surprised
Every woman and man was white; people of England walked slowly and gently
They made minimum noise, no shouting publicly on the street,
a stark contrast to human behaviour and ogre culture in Africa, very rambunctious,
Before they acclimatized to disorderly life in England, an over-sighted upset befell them
Piling and piling menace of pressure to ****,
Gripped all the three ogre brothers the same time,
None of them had knowledge of municipal utilities,
They all wanted to micturated openly
Had it not been beautiful English girls
Ceaselessly thronging the streets.



Song six

They persevered and moved on in expectation of coming to the end,
Out-skirt of the strange English town so that they can get a woodlot,
From where they could hide behind to do open defecation
All was in vain; they never came to any end of the English town,
Neither did they come by a tumbled-down house
No cul de sac was in sight, only endless highway,
Sandwiched between tall skyscraping buildings,
One of the ogres came up with an idea, to drip the ****
Drop by drop in their *******, as they walk to their destiny,
They all laughed but not loudly, in controlled giggles
And executed the idea minus haste.

Song seven

They finally came down to the banks of river Thames,
Identified the home of Victoria Goodhamlet Lovehill
The home had neither main gate nor metallic doors,
They entered the home walking in humble majesty,
Typical of racketeering ogre, in a swindling act,
The home was silent, no one in sight to talk to
The ogres nudged one another, repressing the mirth,
Hunchbacked English lass surfaced, suddenly materialized
Looking with a sparkle in the eye, talking pristine English,
Like that one written by Geoffrey Chaucer, her words were as piffling
As speech of a mad woman at the fish market, ogres looked at her in askance.

Song eight

An ogre with name Akhatembete khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya opened to talk,
Asked the girl where could be the latrine pits, for micturation only,
The hunchbacked lass gave them a direction to the toilets inside the house,
She did it in a full dint of English elegance and gentility,
But all the ogres were discombobulated to their peak
about the English latrine pit inside the house,
they all went into the toilet at the same time,
to the chagrin of the hunchbacked lass
she had never seen such in England
she struggled a lot
to repress her mirth
as the English
never get amused
at folly.




Song nine

It is a tradition among the ogres to ****,
Whenever they are ******* in the African bush,
But now the ogres are in a fix, a beautiful fix of their life
If at all they ****, the flatulent cacophony will be heard outside
By the curious eavesdroppers under the eaves of the house,
They murmured among themselves to tighten their **** muscles
So that they can micturated without usual African accomplice; the tweeee!
All succeeded to manage , other than Akhatembete khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya,
Who urinated but with a low tziiiiiiii sound from his ***, they didn’t laugh
Ogres walked out of privities relaxed like a catholic faithful swallowing a sacrament,
The hunchback girl ushered them to where they were to sit, in the common room
They all sat with air of calm on their face, Akhatembete Khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya,
led the conversation, by announcing to the girl that he is Victoria’s visitor from Africa,
To which the girl responded with caution that Victoria is at the barbershop,
Giving hand to her father in shearing the horses, and thus she is busy,
No one is allowed to meet her, at that particular hour of the day
But he pleaded to the hunchback girl only to pass tidings to Victoria,
That Akhatembete Khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya from Africa
Has arrived and he is yearning to meet her today and now,
The girl went bananas on hearing the name
The hunch on her back visibly shook,
Is like she had heard the name often,
She then became prudent in her senses,
And asked the visitor not to make anything—
Near a cat’s paw out of her person,
She implored the visitor to confirm
if at all he was what he was saying
to which he confirmed in affirmation,
then she went out swiftly
like a tail of the snake,
to pass tidings
to her sister
Victoria.


Song ten
She went out shouting her sister’s name,
A rare case to happen in England,
One to make noise in the broad day light,
With no permission from the local leadership,
She called and ululated Victoria’ name for Victoria to hear
From wherever she was, of which she heard and responded;
What is the matter my dear little sister? What ails you?
Akhatembete Khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya is around!
She responded back in voice disturbed by emotional uproar,
What! My sister why do you cheat me in such a day time?
Am not cheating you my sister, he is around sited in our father’s house,
Is he? Have you given him a drink, a sweet European brandy?
My sister I have not, I feared that I may mess up your visitors
With my hunched shoulders, I feared sister forbid,
Ok, I am coming, running there, tell him to be patient,
Let me tell him sister just right now,
And make sure you come before his patience is stretched.





Song eleven

Victoria Goodhamlet Lovehill almost went berserk
On getting this good tidings about the watershed presence,
Of the long awaited suitor, her face exploded into vivacity,
Her heart palpitating on imagination of finally getting the husband,
She went out of the barber shop running and ululating,
Leaving her father behind, confounded and agape,
She came running towards her father’s main house
Where the suitor is sited, with the chaperons,
She came kicking her father’s animals to death,
Harvesting each and every fruit, for the suitor,
She did marvel before she reached where the suitor was;
Harvested ten bananas, mangoes and avocadoes,
Plums, pepper, watermelons, lemons and oranges,
She kicked dead five chicken, five goats, rams,
Swine, rabbits, rats, pigeons and hornbills,
When she reached the house, she inquired to know,
Who among them could be the one; Akhatembete Khobwibo
Khakhalikha no bwoya, But her English vocals were not guttural enough,
She instead asked, who among you is a key tempter go weevil car no lawyer?
The decoy ogre promptly responded; here I am the queen of my heart. He stood up,
Victoria took the ogre into her arms, whining; babie! Babie, babie, come!
Victoria carried the ogre swiftly in her arms, to her tidy bed room,
She placed the ogre on her bed, kissed one another at a rate of hundred,
Or more kisses per a minute, the kissing sent both of them crazy, but spiritual craft,
That gave the ogre a boon to maintain some sobriety, but libido of virginity held Victoria
In boonless state of ****** feat, defenseless and impaired in judgment
It extremely beclouded her judgment; she removed and pulled of their clothes,
Libidinous feat blurring her sight from seeing the scarlet tail projecting
From between the buttocks of the ogre, vestige of *******,
She forcefully took the ogre into her arms, putting the ogre between her legs,
The ogre’s uncircumcised ***** effectively penetrated Victoria’s ****** purse,
The ogre broke virginity of Victoria, making her to feel maximum warmth of pleasure
As it released its germinal seed into her body, ecstasy gripped her until she fainted,
The ogre erected more on its first *******; its ***** became more stiff and sharp,
It never pulled out its ***** from the purse of Victoria, instead it introduced further
Deeper and deeper into Victoria’s ******, reaching the ****** depth inside her with gusto,
Victoria screamed, wailed, farted, scratched, threw her neck, kissed crazily and ******,
On the rhythms of the ogre’s waist gyrations, it was maximum pleasure to Victoria,
She reached her second ****** before the ogre; it took further one hour before releasing,
Victoria was beaten; she thought she was not in England in her father’s house
She thought she was in Timbuktu riding on a mosquito to Eldorado,
Where she could not be found by her father whatsoever,
The ogre pulled Victoria up, helped her to dress up,
She begged that they go back to the common room,
Lest her father finds them here, he would quarrel,
They went back to the common room,
Found her father talking to other two ogres,
She shouted to her father before anyone else,
That ‘father I have been showing him around our house,’
‘He has fallen in love with our house; he is passionate about it,’
Akhatembete khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya was shy,
He greeted the father and resumed his chair, with wryly dignity.


Song twelve
An impromptu festival took place,
Fully funded by the father of Victoria,
There was meat of all type from pork to chicken,
Greens were also there in plenty, pepper and watermelons,
Victoria’s mother remembered to prepare tripe of a goat
For the key visitant who was the suitor; Akhatembete,
Food was laid before the ogres to enjoy themselves,
As all others went to the other house for a brainstorming session,
But the hunched backed girl hid herself behind the door,
To admire the food which visitors were devouring,
As she also spied on the table manners of the visitors, for stories to be shared,
Perhaps between herself and her mother, when visitors are gone,
Some sub-human manners unfolded to her as she spied,
One of the ogres swallowed a spoon and a table fork,
And Akhatembete khobwibo khakhalikha nobwoya,
Uncontrollably unstuffed his scarlet tail from the trouser,
The chill crawled up the spine of hunchbacked girl,
She almost shouted from her hideout, but she restrained herself,
She swore to herself to tell her father that the visitors are not humans
They are superhuman, Tarzans or mermaids or the werewolves,
The ogre who swallowed the spoon remorsefully tried to puke it back,
Lest the hosts discover the missing spoon and cause brouhaha,
It was difficult to puke out the spoon; it had already flowed into the stomach,
Victoria, her father, her mother and her friend Anastasia,
Anastasia; another English girl from the neighborhood,
Whom Victoria had fished, to work for her as a best maid, as a chaperon,
Went back to the house where the ogres had already finished eating,
They found ogres sitting idle squirming and flitting in their chairs
As if no food had ever been presented to them in a short while ago,
One ogre even shamelessly yawned, blinking his eyes like a snake,
They all forgot to say thanks for the food, no thanks for lunch,
But instead Akhatembete announced on behalf of other ogres,
That they should be allowed to go as they are late for something,
A behaviour so sub-human, given they were suitors to an English family,
Victoria’s father was uneasy, was irritated but he had no otherwise,
For he was desperate to have her daughter Victoria get married,
He had nothing to say but only to ask his daughter, Victoria,
If she was going right-away with her suitor or not,
To which she violently answered yes I am going with him,
Victoria’s mother kept mum, she only shot miserable glances
From one corner of the house to another, to the ogres also,
She totally said nothing, as Victoria was predictably violent
To any gainsayer in relation to her occasion of the moment,
Victoria’s father wished them all well in their life,
And permitted Victoria to go and have good life,
With Akhatembete, her suitor she had yearned for with equanimity,
Victoria was so confused with joy; her day of marriage is beholden,
She hurriedly packed up as if being chased by a monster,

There was never a time
that he could not love,
only long periods of years,
decayed decades,
when the could
could not,
for he had forgot
from lack of practice,
daily vitamins taken of soured love,
which is a polite way of saying
sneering hate, distrustful makes,
and hard calluses and body armor
make any human tin man rusted and
cowardly lion afraid

and later,
after loneliness turned him
sweet and sorry,
when many wanted him,
to love them for
why not!
he was a desirable object,
in possession of a fast red jaguar car,
a job that left him money for gas
and summer trysts,
a ruggedly handsome face,
which he shaved daily,
and the right kind of patience
in things that woman love,
like Joni and kissing
head to toes,
on a
round trip ticket
with unlimited stops in between

and

using words that seduced,
that were intended to ******,
though he did not intend to
make them love him more than more,
yet they did....

he appreciated them,
with kind and cherish,
and just happy gave just enough of him for them
to take as their own,
and they loved him for that...
but it was hollow bridge in spaces that
needed filling, denying completion,
or safe passage

gave them gifts unasked,
jewels and poems unique,
valued them in the ways
they so wanted,
and deserved,
but could not love them
free and clear,
which is all they wanted -

for he was not
free and clear
of broken memories...

one by one,
they left,
no one to blame,
broken is broken,
Oz was a bridge too far
for him to cross

years later,
muses buzz like flies
around his head
asking buzzy questions,
demanding poems of clarification,
apologies of sorts for his inabilities,
dissatisfied with rationalizations,
payment for adoration given
and taken but inequality in love
is still a crime of sorts

and he tenders this in consideration,
years too late,
not an apology, but a thank you,
for those who said you are a
good sort, worthy of love,
and restored him in ways
that gave me the confidence
to let the whole later be filled in....

He was abused, but never a user...
now, clear and clearer yet,
his poorer faults were later his greatest riches
once gained, easy shared,
yet
here he is years later,
tinged with regrets and mea culpa's
and asking himself
for forgiveness of those for whom,
he
could not be enough

did not know what to title this,
for it is an explanation and a plea,
a thank you note written on bended knee,
many titles came and went,
some with guilty, never and could not,
prominent in their bookends

but then it was instant clarity
for it was a tale of how,
he rebirthed an ability to love a
woman true and total,
and thereby
himself,
thus celebrating those who gave their teaching trust
which he cannot ever properly
repay
except to note that it is 3:00am years later and
I
write of thee,
and how you taught me to speak
a language glorious

Cassius Bartholomew, a dapper gentleman
Oh, two-toned fuzzy suit, and smile so genuine
Regarding his tough muscles, a good workout regimen
Gracious with affection, his love is never tentative
I greatly love that Cash, so I write these sentences

Cassius is a cuddle monster who snuggles day or night
Oh, that Cashboy is such a manly man despite his tiny height
Ruggedly running through rolling hills, superlative delight
Gusto! Cash's cry of joy when his name you cite
I hope you understand by now, Cash's character's airtight

Cassius is a Corgi, a big-eared loaf of bread from end to end
Cashboy is the best of dogs
He's truly man's best friend

The glory of America,
now heats up
with agitation poised
to strike on the brink
sans legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration

as fete accompli *****
in armor of Democratic rubric,
constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic,
and jingoistic logic,
nor budging an inch

when mandating masses
swallow his drink
what huff huck –
this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hellraiser doth
bungle in the jungle

decreeing tacit Marshall law
fast as a shutterfly eyewink
as his cosmic crotch grab
doth put Venus under his sway
with his Mercury hill temperament
pitches the orbit of planet Earth

tubby comb out of balance
infected by hiz anti Jew pitter
damnations, excoriations, fulminations
Huzzah sing how **** derriere
didst Sat urn simultaneously
crushing crucible as an Uranus

indiscriminately plopping
two hundred fifty pounds of flesh
doubling down humming
his favorite Neptune
that dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea
repeating a self coined motto –

I yam almighty, therefore no fink
simply commandeering the reins of control,
a one man military intelligence groupthink
hut triad and true dyed in the wool
rip pug in ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink

king the die hard fans of dictatorial,
linkedin and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving on
wielding indomitable aggression
practiced in the Art of the Deal
incorporating an unanticipated jink

iron fist rule reigning down
vis a vis pro pens heave lee
and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval,
which scribbled signature
doth not smooth monkey

serve hay puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze
catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States
of America will become hell
in a handbasket worth repeating

with nary a trace of the grit of link
kin, the sixteenth president,
(whose ruggedly pioneering frontier existence)
found him steady and strong,
plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink
the epitome of this forty fifth
elected commander in mischief.

His super-hot long ****
Brings me colossal enjoyment
Charms me to the core
Makes me love him more
Explore him in all his glory

Revel in his impeccable presence
Check out how it swells
And derails my concentration
Takes my breath away
With the way he strokes
His love muscle of crushing devastation

With a striking sky-high build
Strong chocolate thighs
Long charming legs
Bite his lips
Admire his thickness

Blow my mind
Ignite my fire
Deprive me of speech
Make me weak in the knees
With the way he slaps
His slick shaft in his palm
Has me lost in thought

Trapped in his awesome sauce
Such an assertive stare
Thighs opened wide
****, he runs through my mind
Jackin’ and smoking
Glowing and flashy as ****

His pole hangs so long
He has me so hung up
On his ruggedly gangbuster thugness
Makes me spontaneously combust
The more I lust for his tough stuff
His suckable *******

My mad hot mandingo maestro
My unstoppable, rock-solid charmer
He excites my senses
Has me fenced in by his dreamy supremeness
Makes me wanna eat him up
Like silky finger-licking chicken
Like pecan banana bread

Smell his ****, incontestable manliness
All over my delectable chestnut-brown flesh
Arrest and finesse me, astound and impress me
Shake it in my face, dominate me
With his action-filling glistening swizzle stick

**** it vigorously, turn up the volume of his moans
Make me punchy as a *******
Lit up with love, mad crushing on a ****
As he busts a monster nut
That makes me hunger to swallow it all
And fall under his thrall

Your body is my phenomenally painted masterpiece
Your hot, drawing lips are filled with creativity
Your eyes are a portal of passion
That attracts me to thee
Your kisses are dope as intoxicating liquor
You are my speed, my sweet relief
Your stunningness numbs my kingdom
Your chest on my ******* leaves me wordless

You nibble on my riveting, russet *******
Tilting my head back to treasure
My delicate and elegant neck
Lick my jaws and thought
Say that my heart is your home
That your sole purpose
Is to enrapture my universe
Let your stomach muscles mesh with mine

Give my supersonic body shudders
I want my moans to rise profoundly
Like surround sound speakers
Turn up your loving
Freak me dreamily with your masculinity
Make my nation dance
And sing triumphantly
To revealing rhapsody

I need to embrace your muscular refinement
Marvel at your body’s sparkling motion
Your masculine, majestic arms are so brightly inviting
I love your body being so close to mine
Your rich, thick chocolate sausage dangling before me
So succulent to stroke and *******
I desire to drink you down like a fiery, stupefying wine
Tame me, drain my potency

I hanker to be hooked on your flaming domain of *******
Light me up utterly, spark my nerves
With your alcoholic astonishingness
Smell your hot, wonderful aroma
As you restrain me to your ruggedly ravishing rehab
Make me tremble stupendously
Give me boundless buzzes again and again
Make me go wild like I am at a merry
Sight-seeing retirement party

I concede to him
Need to feel his sensual
Manly body against mine
Rub his hot, strong chest
His long, warm arms
The sexiness and smoothness
Of his glistening, rippling muscles

I cherish his firm superb structure
He has me intoxicated with desire
To dive into his virile masculinity
Conquer my gay world
Set me afire, entice my entireness

Console me, enfold me
Engross myself in his
Rivetingly beguiling strikingness
He exudes boldness
A robust fragrance
That takes my breath away

His machoness floats my boat
He draws me in effortlessly
To his treasured majesticness
Possesses a magnetic personality
That captures my heart

Has an appealing backside
A long, thick, and tasty rod
Appetizing dangling *****
Such a ruggedly handsome exterior
That speaks to me deeply

His flaming heat enflames and tames me
He projects vitality
Enraptures me with his sensuality
Has me so attached
To his magically immaculate splashiness

I wanna belong to him and no one else
Look into his mesmerizing eyes
Allow him to claim my mind, body, and soul
Swallow his rapid elation medication
Let him take me down

Penetrate me with his throbbing tool
Of tremendous devastation
Make me scream with delight
****** me, treasure me
Enter my creamy center

Drive deep into my guts
Take in his swaying motion
Release chest-swelling breaths
As his super solid shotgun
Slides in and out of my tight tunnel

Stretch me wide; speed it up
Give me an unforgettable rush
Rise to an action-packed ******
Blast his sticky white love juice
All over my attractive derriere

I can feel the scorching chemistry
Between him and me
Locked in his enthralling love
Feeling his mad hot manliness
Surge through my veins

Incredibly in love
With his ruggedly appealing exquisiteness
He draws me nearer to him
To cling to him
Feel his sophisticated ****** hair
Gawp at his jaw-droppingly mesmerizing eyes

Kiss his deliciously tasty lips
Inhale his macho hotness
Move my body to the musical beat
Of his spectacular mantasticness
Keep me hooked on his pulchritudinous grooviness
Like ***** ballads, like fresh verses

Bask in his sinewy splashiness
So enthusiastically ecstatic
Blitzed on passion
Craving his intoxicating handsomeness
Take me in his sculpted arms
Sail through his sea of adoration
Venerate his sensationally stimulating sexiness

I love the way he commands
And enchants me
With his moist, masculine body
Attracts my focus
Ensnares my emotions

Makes me float
Engrossed in thoughts
Of his awesome sauce
Rub his delectable shredded chest
His flawless, flat abs

Bask in his handsome ruggedness
His thuggish seductiveness
His magical masculineness speaks to me
He doesn’t know what he does to me
How he makes me feel
When he swaggers into my life and dreams

Ties me up, gives me a rush
Be my gangbuster drug
Flexes his muscles
Puts my hands on his tight, biteable ****
Gives me a hard-on
The more I groove on his
Pulchritudinous deliciousness

Let his fingernails fuse
To the nape of my neck
Draw me deeper
Into his super tender perfection
Make me crave his intoxicating, valiant energy

Grab my big bouncy ***** and use me
Talk nasty to me
Make me feel his fiery heat
Drown in his wildness
Vibe to the rhythmic beat
Of his exquisite existence

Keep me in his bare, alluring arms
Caught up in the rapture of his
Extraordinarily earth-shattering storm
Feed his splashiness
Like candy confections

Be my big boy, explore me to the core
Show me his long, solid rod
Let me see his big ***** bounce
Astound every inch of me
Like a muscle-bound bouncer

Melt my defenses
Make my head spin
As he swings his slick **** stick
Make me erupt in the clutches
Of his ruggedly appealing thugness

His dreamy, tempting masculinity is
So breezy and steezy
So sweet and appealing to me
Exquisitely crafted splashiness
That gets to me deeply

Leaves me speechless
Makes me wanna kick it with him
Taste him to the brim
Engage in intimate talks
Feel his seamless dreaminess
In my bloodstream

Keen on his intense strength
The sensuous hold he has on me
So bold and dope
With his irreproachable lyrical flow
His ebullient souladelic vessel

I dream of all of him constantly
Covet all of him ardently
Treasure him like an emerald gem
Immersed in his love
Spellbound by the enchantment of him

Connected with his macho vibe
I surrender to his ruggedly majestic seductiveness
His insurmountable drawing power
Captivates my mental creation
Has me permeated with inebriated sensations

Hear his sturdy, alluring voice
Worship his stellar masculine world
My red-hot romantic Romeo
My badass babe magnet
He has me ablaze with excitement

Ready to sail through
His sensational sound system
Venture into the heart
Of his inner universe
To discover his high-powered burst
Of extraordinary earth-shattering attraction

His sophisticatedly styled sensationalness
Delights and overpowers me
He brings joy to my core
The more he locks me
In his durable arms

He draws me to his strong
And rugged features
His aesthetic competence
The unprecedented eminence
Of his remarkably suave masculinity

I treasure his delectableness
Like seared bacon perfection
How he seamlessly weaves me
Into his heavenly world
Of eye-catching attractions

So ruggedly majestic
So untamedly gorgeous
So gleamingly-lit
And manlicious to the wire
My artfully crafted marvel
My exquisitely delicious sauce boss

I wanna be the naked poetry
Written all over his mesmerizing flesh
Wrapped in his charismatically attractive magicalness
Passionately engrossed in his machoness
He rules my senses

Runs his fingers up and down
My luscious sun-kissed frame
Make me blossom
Like honey-hued flowers
Like a tranquil shining beach

He had me moaning hard
When he shoved his love muscle
Deep inside my glowing manhole
He touched my soul
I was so bowled over by the dopeness
Of his mind-blowing machoness

Felt the potent jolts
Of his mad fat pole in my guts
He ignited my ****** appetite
With his highly appealing deliciousness
My suave chocolate Romeo
My sensual, gleaming prince

I loved how he flexed his freshness
How he took me in his arms
Pounded me like no other
Made me feel like I was
Sailing through the heavens
Reveling in his compelling manliness

He was so dickalicious
So ruggedly breathtaking as ever
I was fixated on his every word
His vigorous masculinity
I discovered a matchless interaction
With his extraordinary splashiness

Marveled at his hypnotically charming eyes
The more he slapped my fabulous backside
Had me twerking on his pleasure driller
As he hijacked every fraction of me
Left me slathered in his hot white man milk

He captured me in his manly grasp
Enraptured me with his unmatched power
His extraordinary Excalibur
His massive *******
Had me so immersed in his masculine world

Carried me away to his man cave
Permeated me with elevated bliss
Held me in awe the more I gazed at his hotness
Entering a stream of frenzied states
Losing control suddenly
Giving in to his ruggedly handsome dopeness

I basked in every action-packed moment
Gravitated towards him more and more
Floated in the vastness of his splashiness
As he caressed my **** *******
Undressed my mindset

Finessed my impressive derriere
Made my foundation shake
As he pounded me harder
Embraced me, blazed my tasty sweets
Sprayed his hot white load all over me

I love being in his ebullient manly presence
Check out how he flexes
His unstoppable, remarkable muscles
The way he makes me hunger for him
Succumb to him, love on him

Lick his slick skin, flick his rigid *******
Massage his broad, macho chest
Enthrall me with his abdominal wall
Make me fall head over heels in love
With his ruggedly handsome enchantingness

Drool over his grooviness
The way he moves his smooth lips
Hypnotize me with his brilliant, velvety eyes
Eyes like molasses brown bread
His machoness rocks me out
Blisses me out, ignites my passion

Makes me feen for adrenaline-fueled
Moment with his dreaminess
Take my breath away
With the way he sways my gayness
Hold my hands, let them run
All over his muscular physique

Control the flow, make me glow
Make me float as I slow stroke his salami
******* it as he beholds my mouth motion
Engross myself in his showily stellar sexiness
Relish the moistness and alluringness
Of his flawless, marvelous form

Feel him rub his chocolate rock-hard rod on my jaws
On the roof of my mouth
Let it slide on my tongue
To the back of my throat
Make me choke and *****
His dope glowing thighs

Delight in the fiery magic
Of his appetizing invitingness
Be solely devoted to his smoking hot phenomenality
Put his big ***** in my mouth
Provide him with nonstop *******
Until he explodes deep down my throat