I have never been
in a session this intensified, this erotic.
Made the emotions
surface up to my skin and trickle out my pores into comprehension
Up to the power,
movement to the people, damn I can’t even think straight
He seduced me to the
finest
Mahalia, Billie,
Millie, and Maya
This lovin’ is
suave, this lovin’ is fine
Went straight to my
head like brandy wine
I think I’m gon’
keep him a friend of mine
Damn the power in
his push, the length in the time the caress on my mind
Cool juicy like
springtime kisses in sun showers I’m wet . . . enough funk in the room to
grow roses.
Whispers so soft I can hear the dead murmur
Flame burning . . .
the connection . . . Lawd the wick on my candle ain’t lit no more
This lovin’ is an
all-nighter . . . he stroked me a melody grooved to my rhythm
My ego slipped
pleasure crept up my throat, slid down my tongue and dripped off my lips
He sang me a sweet
hello and an even tangier goodbye . . . word to the motherland this man,
This man is tight
I hope we can do
this again when we talk
Tomorrow night.
Orlando, FL