It’s October and I’m in NY to handle some business. The weather was gorgeous outside and across the street I saw this jewel. I run towards her to take a closer look and she said…One, two, three, proceed to, come, to, me.
Shawty was a rare catch, the type everybody would glare at and visualizing her stare back as i penetrate and pull her hair back, the smile of an actress, one of her kind, her style was the baddest, in her clothes were bad hips, so I had to make them vanish,and quick,
When the clock strikes past the three, naturally I only think about her grabbing me, passion bleeds in her veins what a nasty freak, her hands between her legs on the satin sheets. When we’re involved we get it on to no level, bathroom to bedroom floor graced by rose petals, taken to paradise then we change positions, as we proceed to run away I’m a slave imprisoned.
Apparently she was something out of the regularity, hazardous to health, you must approach carefully. Is it just me or did others want to sample her too and try to handle her groove. I am not sweating it but she has me stiff – I can’t even manage to move. I must be another victim of the fantasy blues. In my mind I envision her dancing in the nude, a freak off of the leash with plans to amuse, untamed, a new species and character too. I was the spark ignited by her gas & her fuel, we make love and create a new habit or few break the headboard and get a laugh in or two. When she’s unleashed she pleases & appeases me. I feel as if I’m the luckiest man in the room, un-caged it seems that she’s a high degree of heat..and I’m nothing less than an animal too.