Therapy

You caught me steering at your insides watching me unfold rose gold petals your moans and groans were filled with new orgasm's of he loves me, he loves to make love to me

Nothing in between.... her thighs yet.... as she rubs against her breasts Mom Thoko from down the street told the neighbourhood that, that girl was a saint

While my lips rubbed against her forbidden fruit my tongue tasted tongue twisted lost in clit she grabs linen as though falling off old Viking maps of a flat earth she held her breath then turned her moans into artistry making the Mona Lisa look like ama kip kip her groans became the statue of liberty as boys with emma carvela became child's play *she wanted me*

Her legs opened wide making campus lose magnitude that even Van Riebeeck woke up from the grave to bless me with this find cause I had more than Europe had to offer I had stolen Africa.

My Nubian queen the deserts are yet to find fault in your dune's carved in mother Africa's image. They are days I crave for your nectar dripping from exotic passion tongue tasted of fruit when alone

so I adjusted my steam.