AUTHOR'S WARNING:
The following contains explicit language and sexual
descriptions. UNDER 17's ARE STRONGLY ADVISED TO STAY AWAY!
the minister's latest passion
meandered through crowded streets.
dark wild waves tamed only
by the silken colors of her people
she glowed in heat
he knew she'd come
this daughter
of Kushite kings
of Fulani warriors
of Cherokee chieftains
a heady
spicy
even dangerous
mixture
his loins yearned
from a distance he saw her and
sweat beaded
around
high cheekbones
and sharp nose
are there such things as
tropical highs in Paris?
must be
'cause he never felt
as deep a stirring
in his very being
he could feel
her strength
her wisdom
her warmth
her full smiling lips
waiting to be kissed
he dabbed his brow
tasted salty stinging
sweat dripping
onto pale pink lips
yet they were sensual
full of flavor
and many tales
if he so inclined to tell
"they'll never know..."
she drew closer
closer still
so he could see her glory
Burnt sugar skin
wide and warm
October-brown eyes
full breasts bobbed as she walked
up many steps and through the door
her 'big mama' hips waving to the crowd
of young men longing to possess her
but don't you touch her
says the old man standing
in the shadows of the Palais
you be as good as dead
no sir, no man touches the Minister's lady
the minister smiled
yes
no one touches this lady
except me
for only I drink the juice
of plump black cherry lips
only I experience the intense
maddening intoxication
of her sweet scented skin
and only I have the pleasure
of laying between
generous, toned, willing thighs
what she does to me
you'll never know
never know my sheets
full and wet from her tongue
never know the joy
of having your manhood stroked
by that sweet
warm
wanting
hungry
mouth
you'll never know
how it feels
to be ripped to shreds
that quivering throbbing
sensation when she tightens
around my love surging
through her wet sugared walls
Oh!
the final explosion into
her feminine depths
you will never know
the minister's reverie
send blood racing
to private locales
only known by an exclusive circle
of adoring women
But for tonight
this was her night
he looked forward to after
the love
because later she would
hold him
cuddle him
rock him
serenade him
"Hello, Claude"
"Good Afternoon, my love"
"I trust you have the honey."
"Yes, darling. It's dark, sweet and wild, like you."
He smiled a
sexual smile
as his loins tightened
in amorous anticipation
And you'll never know
how good honey can be
licked neatly from
firm ripe deep
butterscotch melons
"Claude, what's so funny?"
"May I pour this over your...?"
She rocked him as always
after their sessions
sticky sweet honey congealed
in her dark wavy mane
it was funny
but he liked this part best
the cuddling
the closeness
the shelter of her arms
"And they'll never know, Danisha"
he feels her lips upon
gray hair mussed
plastered with sweat
he sighs and drifts
to another world only known
to him
and to her
"No one will ever know, Claude."
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