Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
His soft, caramel lips melt my soul when he pleasures me with a kiss
His strong hands caressing my body molding me into a woman longing
Longing not only for his touch
but his taste
his voice moving rhythmically in my ear
dancing down to my heart
warming my body as he whispers my name
'Baby, yes baby...Ohhh…baby'.
He walked into my life changing me in ways unimaginable
Tearing down walls built by men
I want him
I need him
I crave him
Written by Jowana Mitchell
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