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Prose-Poetry: The Perfect 3 Day Weekend.

..would be some hot, sweaty, steamy sex.




I mean ALL WEEKEND.



Friday at 5 pm to Monday night at Midnight.



I want my sheets soaked with sweat



I wanna just get up to eat food and go to the bathroom.



I dont wanna shower. I wanna lay in the scent of him...(whoever HIM is)



Who cares about 4th of July fire works when I'd have some in my bedroom.



Sex



Hot, nasty freaky sex



I mean I need dude to beat it out the frame.......



Maxwell..Raheem..Trey..Usher..Robin...in the background.



Then again all I wanna hear is his moan and grunts...



..and the sound of wetness...



I want my legs bent to my ears



I want my punnany sore..so sore I need an icepack



I want to go through 3 bottles of lube



If dude is darkskinned..I wanna suck his D*CK till he's lightskinned (and vice versa....)



If I must be clothed..I just want to be in his t-shirt



I want his cologne in my pillows



I wanna scratch his back all the way up



I want him to suck on perfectly manicured toes



I want to grab his tight, muscular ass..



I want my palms sweaty from his palms



I want my voice hoarse from screaming his name



I want my locs pulled tightly around his hands....



I want my neighbors to call the police....



I want to need a new mattress and boxspring



I wanna fuck so hard I HOPE he gets me pregnant...........























Yep...I'd rather be doing that this weekend.







Bleh.

Comments

  1. ummmm...WOW!
    let me just say "ditto"... & move to the next post.

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  2. Shit...

    Intoxicating.

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  3. Well mercy! LOL I told you, you need to put all this prose in a novel. You'd put Zane and all of them to shame.

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