Ode to Black poet

Ride my lips
with the curve of your swerve
and the swivel of my hips
as I dip back
and catch my love buzz;
Shatter the slit between my womanly temple
as you slip inside
and pray to Allah missionary style
let him know you are home in the steadiness of my flow;
pull my hair like the reigns of
a golden chariot
racing toward exquisite bliss,
twisting tangling
salty sweat licking
off the tip of my nitty gritty
taste my goodness
strawberry sweet
savor in my splendor
adore my treasure trove
hidden and exposed
pulsating wetness
dripping pink fleshed loveliness.

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