the other night
if I was to remember right,
I recall her moans purring crisply
as she is giving me
her most intimate thoughts of panties moistened
just be clicking my name and listening
in on my words flowing precise
like I wrote them between her thighs
and I'm just reciting verbatum
.
while she's masturbating
sounding sweet as the breeze
.
slowly falling into my name's grace
as if I was there licking the sweat off her face
running my fingers over soft skin
while she urges me to
spit it again
.
and politely I say
"ma'am"
but since it's obvious she's too into it to notice my chivalry I say
.
"Glammm"
.
and she hits new notes
feeling me take her afloat
while I continue to penetrate the best tissue
since the first penis entered you
using only the creativity God gave me
and I wonder has a man TRULY made you cum lately?
.
and
since I'm too egotistical to go asking
I just decide to take it upon myself while you're relaxing
inform you it's your job to enjoy my mouth for orgasming
drenching my face only with your springs
you know,
freaky things....
until you libido sings
opera notes
as your clitori explodes
and before she knows
this game ends
with a dial tone.......
.
.
and the next morning,
"did I fall asleep on our phone call"
it's cool
why?
cause my ego loves it all
.
picturing text message buttons wet
anytime she's says
"Hey Papi"
even when talking about Carlito
we BOTH know
who really has her phone properly broken in......

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