Ebonnie Karr's Poetry
I Love to Play My Bongos in the Morning!!
There is no need to feel intimated
No need to feel insecure
I love the feeling of my own fingers gliding down my body
Past my soft, pliant breasts,
where I hover and squeeze
creating a tension further down, that’s impatient.
A soft moan, a flick,
my nipples stand tall, begging for more.
But no!! I know what I need
So my journey continues south, slowly determined
Stop frowning, don’t be confused
this loving is from me to me
I reach my destination, my moist hidden secret
that's ready for me
I dive deep, 1 finger, 2 then 3.
The beat pulsing through me.
My back is arched, a cry from my lips
you get off the bed and abandon me.
I slide my thumb across my clit
heightening my sensitivity
my body rigid like a well strung bow
waiting for the right stroke
the right strike
the right dig
the right ride
You come back in, a thunderous stare
I wink and explode loudly.
You watch me split, my hands working faster
playing that bongo beat, you think is yours exclusively
There is no need to feel intimated,
No need to feel insecure
Cause when I’m done,
We can make some more.
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Let me know what you think!
Tue, 18th May, 2010
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Ebonnie Karr's Poetry