We were soul lovers,
And I was soul hard
And I came equipped, as we made soul love.
We talked on theology , and psychology .
And when I spoke ,
I caressed your thighs,
I pulled you close and caressed your breast,
And then I addressed the troubles of today.
I made your juices flow while i made love to your ears,
And while looking in your eyes I made love to your soul.
Your banks flooded,
Then I fucked you with my words,
And it wasn’t just with my mouth, or in your ass , or between your breast.
I fucked your mind .
Catapulting you to another level, when you didn’t mind me calling you a bitch or hoe,
But I addressed you like a queen and proclaimed your beauty like you are to only woman for me.
You didn’t mind getting on your knees , so I can enter you from behind ,
You calling out my name because sexing me is good all the time.
Holding your legs back as I slide my tongue in, and
Frenching your lips without reserve or shame.
I fingered you good , you panting calling out my name ,
Tugging on your tits again and again,
I could feel the beating of your heart , and the shivering of your skin,
Cause the orgasm you just had came for within.
by sterling carroll
