Friday, December 23, 2005

DisStilled

As I lay in this still
sheer satisfaction
lookin out my private window sill
I filled you in these sheets, I breathed you
Still
you’re gone now
not that long now
but now alone
makes no damn sense
this detriment…
no sex now, some sweat now
trickin down my heavy brow
I held
my large endow-
ment
still stiff, rock hard
from the still of last nite
stroking your insides way deep
U felt out of sight
but still I see
In the still
I taste you, and spread
legs... all up on my bed
abysmal kisses instead
deep in you, licking in you
slowly kissin inside ur thighs
this finger stroke remix reprise
against the wall we fuck
something you can feel
ache in pleasure and pain surreal
you felt my dick was soforeal
like Cola I got the real
Thing
Jagged big thrill
like something
like a pill
so wrong but so right
I want you still

3 Comments:

Blogger That Dude Right There said...

Somebody was horny when they wrote this poem. And somebody is horny after reading it.

10:03 PM  
Blogger Ya boy Maurice said...

Hell that was so hott... It made me Grab my large endowment and want to stroke it...

11:59 AM  
Blogger T. Zac. R. d V. said...

caliente pa' I really liked that poem.

1:43 PM  

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