skin so soft so brown.
kisses of Shea.
a essence so rich it will melt in your mouth.
your hands can't get enough lingering in forever softness.
thighs so thick they haunt you.
pussy so wet you dream of it's kiss.
yet you think of her every day.
like a milk chocolate flavor that won't go away.
you're obsessed.
the things she does have you on edge.
again and again she tastes you.
you don't want it to end.
yet these visions they leave you questioning why.
yet she's smart beautiful all African American queen.
yet you lie in bed wondering why.
yet she's a first.
a luscious dream haunts you with her supple skin.
Coco butter or something skin deep within.
yet you die in dreams like theses.
the kinds you never wake.
wanting heaven.
she's in front of you.
will you take the bite of the cake?
or is it so thick you'd choke?
suffocate this is the point in the poem I specifically wrote.
she's all that.
again and again you smacked her ass.
leaving her breathless like a heart attack.
yet you dream of her.
knowing she's not what you lack.
it's love and you knew it when she left you for another man.
she wanted heaven but it was something she couldn't attain.
©darkmocha
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