it's bad enough to have study on a Saturday morning
and this book on Calculus
is fucking boring
but I am not above ignoring
a chocolate young thing
in this hoodie
tryna hide goodies
so let me put this book down
and say hello now....
cause it's rude to not speak when eyes meet...
us talking in the non-fiction section
leads to lip licking
jacket unzipping
and exploring nipping nipples
licked to cause goosebump ripples
and find these jeans with no belt slipping off
and us getting totally lost
in books of forgotten lore
as we are caught up in this too far gone
to even think of Edgar Allen Poe's Elanore
as my jeans slip down to my knees
eager to please
an chocolate skinned queen
giving me the sweetest white cream
all over me
and I'm in so deep
she could scream through me
but instead
I suck her lips to quiet her moans
cause....
...we grown.....
I'm trying my damnest not to groan
but she feels so good
and do my best as I could
to keep us from being umpoetically exposed
against this bookshelf
as we self help
ourselves
to some sex sells
her leg tightening around me
making me erotically hungry
bringing her other leg up so she is only standing
on this hardest of hard
never having experienced before
but she's getting it outta me
and her nails in my skin
is gonna me release a best seller within
...damn I wanna cum......
damn...
damn..damn...damn
SHIT!!!
.
.
.
.
mouths release
.
.
.
.
we breathe.....
.
.
.
.
we release.....
.
.
.
.
then..
we read.

I Can Do That - Montell Jordan