I don't want you to miss one millisecond. I want you to inhale every moment that I give you. Bliss blisters in the brain when we slow it down, wouldn't you agree? Watch my melanin tint from my tip to my stomach when I let go for you.
See my blood rise. Feel the veins in my strong fellow because I release your prize. Look at me.
I love how you look at me. Your jaw shivering, complimenting, contemplating how hard did I feel inside your mouth. As you look up at me with your eyes in happiness and admiration so you could sneak a breath before you continue.
As you lean back and pace around the bed, as I wait and lay for you to join our fortress, you tell me not to move an inch. You pull the toys out the drawer for your thrill. Tell me to look you in your eyes and I wait on all fours, waiting to kill.
Love how your fingers travel against my face, biting on my thick lips, sucking on my extra thick, moving the beads in my lip till I drip. As you play with your favorite pen till the tip get wet, sticking your tongue trying to bleed a nigga and shit for your Richard Wilson shit. You couldn't just ask for that shit.
The way you look at it, stroking my dick on your face, peeking at me on either side. I know it's about to be a massacre when you open wide. So I open wide.
Baby, I ain't trying to hide. Poem.