She sent me a text that says
we need to play that game we named
Sexcapades,
marathon event shit like the Olympics
and I've been training,
patiently waiting
awaiting to see when she'd give me
admission to test my limits again
and the last time, she said
my name in Portagese
and had never been overseas
so we
have an understanding that I take care of those neds
when her Baby Phat Kitty Kat
is demanding lessons
at the upmost importance...
so I bathe and shave every place
she wants to put her face...
I'm already picturing her look of lust
with a splash of trust
as I put her in handcuffs
grabbing her tracks, deepening thrusts
giving her more than enough
of that Thug Love Tupac stuff.
and when she gets to the door,
I answer only wearing a heavy layer
of nothing with plenty of access to everything
and by one count,
two bodies will christen three rooms
Gatorade break by four, five orgasms becomes six
cause this sex is Lucky Number 7
so skip 8,9,10 and 11.
We bold enough to say we have 12 Play..
like how she knows to dig into my shoulder blades
while her legs lay
against my chest
or how when she arrives I lick clean her plate
when she makes a mess.
We got those Sexcapades exposed
when out our clothes and who would know
how whorish we can get and STILL
not be the iceberg of this shit?
And she's my little secret and that's how I keep it
cause her ish make a nigga say shit
I couldn't tell a prostitute
like
"damn, you's a nasty bitch!!"
just cause she likes it
and I likes it when she starts leaving
hickies on my belly button
while I'm munching her stuffing
since we all know the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach
and she tryna kiss my soul and make me let it go...
we content with our sexing
that we teach lessons with the curtains open
that THIS be how good loving go...
and we talk often on how lost ins ex
we get that we can sleep with the sheets wet.
she leaves me a wreck,
tired with a sore neck
while she walks bow-legged
scracthing her head seeing me me hard as lead...
and the confirmation to ejaculation
is lip conntection
leading to another sensual seduction
sexual eruption coming
spent left with nothing.
Her sex is the reason I write erotic poetry
as her energies flow through me
as I jot down my travels through downtown
cause we get around.
so I've grown to look forward to late nights
when she needs some sleep right
and she writes me Sexcapades:
the things we say to lay waste
to bed frames every other day

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