Unf… Is that the sound you makeWhen my cock hits bottomAnd rubs your G-spotAs it runs in and out?Is “unf”When two, or maybeThreeFingers furiously fuckYou vigorouslyUntil you fight your boundsAnd arch your backAs you almost levitate fromThe bed?Or is “unf”When I spank your cuntAnd my palms are so stickyThat tiny strings hold you in placeLike my favorite puppet? Hmmm..Maybe “unf” is the gruntAnd the giggleWhile my tongue do...

I wish you could watch me. I have my webcam on at this very moment, but nobody to show off for.I’m naked, sitting in my favorite chair. The worn leather feels so good against my skin. It’s almost the same color as I am too, but I know your eyes would not be deceived. You would be too busy staring at my skin, wondering how it feels, how it tastes. You would be looking through that screen into my eyes, because I love eye co...

I’d like to taste your pussySpread your thighsClose your eyesRest your hands on my headAnd just let me blow your mind.You will find I have a tongueProne to run and to roam..Sliding deep inside your holeBetween your slitTo find a home.Tasty wetness, pulsing slightThighs getting really tightSighs produced from sexy lipsIntroduced to fingertips...Sliding deep, licking lightOver clit…feels good, right?Now your body coils so t...

This is beautiful to me.Not that I’m blackAnd you’re not.But that our skin mixesMeldsStrains against one anotherBefore meltingInto a river of orgasmic eruptionsThat blinds us to all that wasAll that isAnd all that ever will be. We are beautiful to meNot because of stereotypesAbout whether I have a BBC,Or that you want me to be your Black DaddyAnd I want you as my white whore.We are beautiful becauseWe simply areIn this mo...

You might be used to being asked.Or possibly,requests submitted like paperworkonto a cluttered desk.Never to be answered. Maybe lesser men don't care. You might be used to coddling.Holding patterns and Circular conversations that don't Accomplish anything meaningful. Maybe lesser men don't care. You're probably not used toBeing forced. Being broken.Being reshaped and moldedHeld, and beholdenTo this token rope that Signifi...

I bet you’ll love myBig,Thick,Chocolate,Brain.And the way my pathwaysCan lead you downTunnelsOver hillsAnd through valleysSo deepThat your bodyResponds to the imagesAnd visionsThat you see in myPunctuation…Or the lack thereof.'Cause my thoughts,They pulseAnd pull.Penetrating your wet Psyche.Stretching your shallow viewsAnd sending pleasureSo surreal Into your...Well, you know…That you won’t last long.And you’ll sing the k...