I walk hand in hand with you Through the garden of fresh desire Love blooming like red rose petals usher in spring The sweet fragrance of our (late) night air Droplets of silver rain gently trickle down Your soft palms melt into mine The thirst of a fortnight quenched In one passionate smooch
Hugs my lips tight as can be
Smack my upper lip with your lower one
Pink and juicy red colliding
I slightly bite your lower lip with my toothy grin
Spray splash me with desire Sweetly ringing passion in my lobes Sunday night seductress
Write a poem With the power of your tongue Your fingers smooth & sleek Working harder than 9 to 5 My body paper flat and blank Ready to be scribbled on
The drip drop pitter patter
Of gentle falling rain
Plays like music
In her ears
The perfect soundtrack for
The comfort and warmth
She finds in love’s arms
Chocolate ice cream
And strawberry drippings
On kiss stained lips
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A lot bring people to my blog
My name unique and strange
Matched with my big African booty
These people want badly to know me
And what it’s like to make love
To an àbíkú faerie
Possibly with pictures of a black yansh
While maintaining an attitude of gratitude
Yorùbá words appealing to their sexual lust
A lot bring people to my blog
And boy am I glad they come
Leaving with short seductive stories
To tell horny girls
Bitches who love Europe
Life issues and the many
Unfortunate plights of mankind
Slipping past their Sunday night minds
Àbíkú- wanderer child. It is the same child who dies and returns again and again to plague the mother(An ancient Yorùbá belief)
Yansh- a slang, (often considered vulgar) for booty.
*I had a good laugh looking through the search terms, and spam….this poem, albeit ridiculous was born out of it all, so thanks to these people 
. Whatever the reasons anyone stops by my blog, I hope they leave happy, and I am thankful that they stop by, though I doubt that picturess of any booty, big or otherwise, would be shared anytime soon. Have a lovely Friday and weekend dear friends…no, I am not an àbíkú or a faerie, or even a lethal combination of both . Be good to others, and to yourselves.
He plays with her hair, soft and woven right…all the while staring into her beautiful big brown eyes, sparkling bright in the scented candles burning yellow and flicker red…sweet lavender fragrance filling the moist and chilly evening air as desire slowly grows.
Passion reflects back in her brown eyes bouncing off his baby blues…gleaming like the silvery moonlight sweeping over the blue Atlantic.
Love seals the desire rising within…shown sensually in soft and warm succulent kisses…strawberry juices dripping off from moist tongues through pink lips now soaked in kisses…
A great night just getting started…
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A lone wolf howling
As the night moon glows brightly
Reflecting a lover’s call
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Her fatigue finds rest
In his capable stealth hands
Her strength is renewed
Spread your love
Warm and wide
Like a cushy soft blanket over me
Comfort rushing in
I nestle in closer
Endearing forehead kisses lulling me
To cozy deep slumber
Gentle strokes soothe my aching back like whispered lullabies
Sweet dreams await me in your arms
It is bound to be a good night!
