I CALL HER NAMES She is SUNSHINE when the day begins, When the day starts she make me happy like I have many wins, Taste delicious like well cooked beans, Spicing every feeling up with her female screams, She shines in front of my face, Glowing leaving a vivid trace, Touching, licking, giving me grace, I open my arms wide to embrace, She runs around the bed... in our romance actions, asking for a chase. I join, slowly increasing the pace, Till I see radiance on her face, We play around After every work WELL DONE. A woman, a man should keep, Man tend to abuse after every single sleep. Although I chose to skip. Other man call her with bad names... I call her with bed names. She is MOONLIGHT when the day ends, She shines better than her close friends, Like she is a professional modeler designed to set trends, When we make love she prefers to hold hands; In order for her to give her cake easily. it depends. She first told me, maybe when her world ends, Today it is amazing how she turns, and bends, Leaving it exposed, I do it, till red, like when abused, Though the muscle well used, I always leave her certain, not confused, In my mind day dreaming about how the organs where tightly fused, Lucky she gave, never refused, Easy without being seduced, She believes and trust in me, For I was well introduced. I call her names.... She adores to play yoga games, Her body burns red - hot like flames, Cant be described with other terms, But I call her names... Sunshine, Moonlight, Day Light... - Poem by: Jozi Poet - Year: 2014 - ONE WORD LIFE © -
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 08:19:07 +0000
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