That Smile
Oooooh,
That smile will be the death of me,
After your teasin,
-and playin-
You’re gonna flash me
That Smile
So after that shimmy in line,
Or you grindin your behind
Into my crotch at the time,
Then walked away,
Laughed and sighed?
You taunt the way you flaunt
That tongue up my neck
To end in a peck on the cheek
And leave me meek
And weak in the knee
So I can’t flee from
This
Ongoing tease?
But it’s worth this bit,
To get that smile…and all that comes with it
Not just the crook to your lip,
Or the trance to your glare
I want all you have to offer when we’re stripped
Bare without a care
‘cept for touchin and carressin
Where other’s never dared
So between these sheets we can write the music
That is found within the horns and trumpets
Of orgasmic phonics
And truthful sonnets
Stroking the keys to each’s pianos to our favorite tune,
I’ll play your strings with a Baccian delight,
Lose your sight
In this concert of bodily rhythm
That adhere’s to an anarchaic system
Of
body-jivin-smooth-writhin-focus-dividin-moment-decidin
Incredible
-Penetration-
Into each other with the intense stares when the stars in our eyes
Meet and collide to create this supernova
That you now feel welled up and inflated
Deep where it was sedated
Like a balloon ready to pop,
I apply my needle
-you beg me not to stop-
And then it’s time for the grand finale
Where our engine’s pistons have grinded and pumped
And our souls have conceded and thumped
And we keep grooving till the music is stumped
We hit that spot
-Where you’re the Jenn in to my tonic-
-And I’m the Blu in your pocket-
We’re not separate
But together, like you thought it
When you flashed me that smile
And now,
I understand
By spyboygreen
© 2006 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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