Re: Dirty Sex Poem
i lust you
she sits there by the window, she brushes her hair
who she is is my black widow, and i am her mate
her dark appeal is alluring,her thumping heart my music
her soft voice is assuring, i grow weak beside her
once again she is at the window
that precious little black widow
i want to be her mufasa, i want her to be queen of my pride
my heart beat is faster, my temperature is going insane
she comes towards me, i become alert
she the queen i the bee, i follow her train of thought
as it was to be, we become entwined in our love making
as it was to be, there was heat ,friction that was what we were making
like animals, we thrust to and fro
not a care in the world, for who may come or go
i was in, so good it should be a sin
but when she said i want you
my ears only heard i lust you
